Answer:
As the summer sun beamed down on me
I sat in defeat against it.
With one last salvation sitting in my hand
The solid form stared at me, melting.
Giving me one last chance.
As if I had been struck
It saved me from the exhausting light.
Explanation:
I don't know if this was the type of poem you were going for or not but feel free to change it around and all that :)
