The Sun of a thousand sins

I have a tiredness 

That requires more than 

Sleep from me,

Drained of energy 

At times I feel 

Like a semi drugged, wounded hopeless half-hearted

Zombie,

I look to the horizon in

Hopes of a better day

Maybe sunlight, But I'm wise to know

That though the day Does eventually cause My eyes to see Sun

If you face the west every morning

You'll wait for every 

Wretchedness to rise 

But the Sun...