High Above Me

[Leanne]

Ooh, sun as metaphor for the passing of days, and a bitter one at that! Your lines each have a very interesting progression from the lyrical descriptions to the somewhat sulky ends -- except the last one, where cranky poet makes way for desolate poet.

I think you could live without "Who died and made you God?" in the first line, that one seems complete at "anyway". "Live like an emblem" is lovely