The sinking sun

sun in clouds

With heavy heart

and weighted dread

I saw the sinking sun

isolated in a white sky


Then flare blindingly

bearing down

as an uninvited guest

to morning’s awakening


Knots of fear

knitted into the pit

of a tangled mess

bottled up and kept


On the edges I stood

of the neighborhood

looking into a hazy view

confused in what next to do


Praying to God above

for a brighter sun

to turn the cheerless skies to blue.