A poem of reflection.
What happened to the sun?
I glanced outside and it was gone.
I wonder what I'll do for warmth.
Now, that I have no one.
Shake rain from my eyelids.
And tonight, leaves to hug myself.
No one is there to wipe my tears.
Not of wealth.
Walk me lonely another day.
I'll pick my pain emboldened
I'll show the world it's not so bad.
No future golden.