Komorebi
I anticipate the first rays as morning draws near.
The day approaches with an abundance of fear.
I gaze into the depth of the cold darkness of night,
Shyly waiting for the solace of days early light.
As I ponder what exists below the illuminating stars,
Soon the sun’s rays will stream through my prison bars.
Bent and refracted as they enter, invading my seclusion.
Dust filled spires of wistful mist add to my confusion.
Shafts of gaudy light split by the bars of my prison cell.
Please enter pretty sun beams to my man-made hell.
Yet another day has begun. The sun praise let it be.
Misty light laughs at me, knowing I will never be free.
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