The sinking sun

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

I stood on the edges

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.