Staring towards the sun,
I feel the warmth on my face.
Nothing else matters,
But those bright shining rays.How perfect a life,
So simple and complete.
As I stare at the sun,
Dancing to the beat.Of the wind as it blows,
And tries to knock me around.
I get swayed back and forth,
But I always hold my ground.Then out of nowhere,
Someone comes to chop me down.
Now locked in a dark room,
Where I can't hear a sound.I search and I search,
For those bright shining rays.
But all I am met with,
Is the room's cold embrace.Then all of a sudden,
I look and I see you.
No longer am I alone,
In this cold and dark room.Sometimes I'm afraid,
And I feel like I'm done.
But when I'm trapped in the darkness,
You are my sun.
YOU ARE READING
Poised and Prompted
Historia CortaA collection of short stories based on prompts and just anything random that comes to my head (kinda dark, sorry)