Holding the sun

I took the sun in my hand

Waiting as it burnt my palm

Melting blood, flesh and bone

Burning till it's all gone

Now the sun burns my soul

Eating it up whole

Vaporizing all despair

Soon I will Disappear

I

Wonder if the world was real...

AN: I don't usually write poems, this was constructed on a very long and boring Burnside. But the weird thing is while I was making it I go a txt on my cell from a friend telling me that the neighbors hut was on fire.
I also realise now in retrospective that this thing isn't just about fire...
Tell me how you interpret it :D