Poetry written by a Borderline

The Sun Is No More

The town was an illusion.

The sun has hidden itself-

beyond the storm-

beyond my grasp.

Icy breaths raggedly claw

my throat,

I can't breathe.

The blizzard surrounds me once more,

and I am left comfortless.

No ray of sun touches my freezing skin.

No solar glimmer of light reaches-

my unwound soul.

I am pleading. I am begging.

But it is no use!

I am at the mercy of this tempest.

If there is a god,

please help me,

please return to me-

my Sun.