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I squint my eyes, I shield you away,
Mighty rising sun, unpredictable new day.
Today I shield you away, I try to block you,
For today you bring troubling uncertainty.
Today, O unwitting day, you bring fear
Of a sacred miracle gone, vanished into speculation.
....just maybe..
Today I shield my eyes from you
For today you bring sorrow and loss.
Today, O innocent and bright day, you bring me death,
Of a friend, of a mother, and a spirit that might have been.
....such a profound mystery to contemplate..
Golden warm sun, I turn away and lower my eyes,
Through no fault of your own, you bring tears to these piercing eyes.
Today, with radiant warmth, you brought unthinkable chances,
Of things I refuse to face, and refuse to consider.
....Dear God, let this be a foolish thought and nothing more..
...Please..
Mighty rising sun, unpredictable new day.
Today I shield you away, I try to block you,
For today you bring troubling uncertainty.
Today, O unwitting day, you bring fear
Of a sacred miracle gone, vanished into speculation.
....just maybe..
Today I shield my eyes from you
For today you bring sorrow and loss.
Today, O innocent and bright day, you bring me death,
Of a friend, of a mother, and a spirit that might have been.
....such a profound mystery to contemplate..
Golden warm sun, I turn away and lower my eyes,
Through no fault of your own, you bring tears to these piercing eyes.
Today, with radiant warmth, you brought unthinkable chances,
Of things I refuse to face, and refuse to consider.
....Dear God, let this be a foolish thought and nothing more..
...Please..
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You never know what the new day is going to bring. This is about "one of those days", and when you think about it, the day itself isn't responsible for any tragic/good events. This poem also addresses the day as a messenger or a friend of sorts. It captures the day as a medium for life.
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Interesting concept. I like the imagery. Very good starting idea. 
It's not entirely a free verse poem, is it? Some parts seem to rhyme or get repeated. Like the rhyme for "day" and "away", and the double use of "eyes". It seems to throw the thing off track. And P.S. It's spelt "shield".
It's not entirely a free verse poem, is it? Some parts seem to rhyme or get repeated. Like the rhyme for "day" and "away", and the double use of "eyes". It seems to throw the thing off track. And P.S. It's spelt "shield".