A Dark Sun Rises
by the darkness of the moon,
I rise from this grave.
these barren lands
which hold my rotting corpse.
and I stand.
I stand in my hole.
6 feet of dirt.
and I watch the sun as it comes.
I have seen this sun rise
day in and day out.
but what makes it any better this time?
It gives me hope now,
a chance for a new life.
a hope for a new day.
And light for a darkened path.
Copyright © Curtis Speede | Year Posted 2011
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