The Sun Does Not Shine Through My Window

The sun has cast aside,

My little window by the bay,

It has ignored my gentle pleas,

Reminding it to stay,

Why does the sun not shine for me?

My moments were empty and confined,

Are they destined for the darkest of days?

Slowly weeping one last time,

As the light forgets my name,

I walk alone,

While my fragile state

Invites the tears,

And the sun passes by like I'm not there.

Will it remember me?

Does it care

About who I am and how I feel?

Does nature destroy the spirit,

Or invite to live?

My heart yearns to know,

But my soul is used to pain.

The sun does not shine through my window,

As I lay, I surrender,

For there is nothing more to do,

Nothing left to say.

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Mother of three. Freelance writer. Poet. Lyricist. “We are lost souls trying to find the light, and when we do, we dance with shadows.”

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Wallis May Streete

Wallis May Streete

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Mother of three. Freelance writer. Poet. Lyricist. “We are lost souls trying to find the light, and when we do, we dance with shadows.”