Where Is the Sun
This somber morn
My heart weighs heavy
As clouds drift slowly by
As if stood up
Left at the altar
Where is the sun
Jolted
Such gravity
This joyless day
So intrinsically dependent
On the life force fireball
Up in the sky
How will I get through the day
Dare I hope to see the sun tomorrow
O yes, there is always tomorrow
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
Posted on September 30, 2018
Copyright © Line Gauthier | Year Posted 2018
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