The skies blacken on the most inconvenient days.
When fall turns to a cold, miserable winter.
When we watch holes being dug, black umbrellas
that keep all but our cheeks dry.
When we stare out the window
begging for the bell to ring
And we see only a sea of darkness awaiting us.
We see the sun go out.
We see the sun die.
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Author:
JB (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: April 8th, 2019 09:21
- Category: Nature
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Comments1
But the sun never dies for us JB. And the sun refreshes tomorrow, even when we are not ready to feel it's rays upon us.
Like hope, the sun asks nothing of us but all around we see life springing forth as it's springtime rays grow stronger, just as we wish our sometimes sad state of mind will spring forth into happiness anew.
Good response. Honestly, this poem was a little strange to write. I was in a really good headspace when I wrote it.
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