The sunset flaming orange in the sky,
leaving bright streaks,
that mingled with the purple twilight
and then the black of the night came,
cold and dreary not a star up above –
loneliness hanging as heavy as time.
The minutes ticking by,
ever so slowly,
while I sit alone feeling,
separated from the world.
Outside it was so dark,
seemed as if there was nothing,
but a black void,
the world of spirits,
that go flying about in the dark.
If there ever was a creature,
that felt so very small –
I’d probably be a mouse.
Eagerly awaiting the start,
to a brand new day,
to be able to say –
Hey, maybe it’s not all so bad.
I should be glad to look upon the sun,
and as the darkness fades away,
above a red sun pops up,
to say good-morning
and head held high,
I walked out the door,
in the light of the rising sun –
to be me once more.