My internal sun
that keeps me alive
and spreads the life
through my body.

My sun can only take
so much.
Too much strain
and it will crack.

It didn’t just crack.
It exploded.
Super Nova.

Instead of life
it now spreads
pain,
darkness,
and despair.

Now there is no way
to contain these
dark emotions
riding my bloodstream,
pushed by my sun’s
Explosion.

Without my sun,
What keeps me
alive now?

Timothy Kashorek

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sun-exploding/