A Lack of Sun

I try to juxtapose the feelings of purpose and subjugation external commands can give.

 A Lack of Sun

 

On us

Leaves important pockmarks

Forces our gaze to earth

 

On each passing shade

My world cools 

 

Makes others humble to keep warm

To keep spirits up, for this

 

Walking through that garden convinces me

That being here every day

Meant something it no longer does

Author's Note

Please give me your most sincere criticism. I thank you for the time you took to read and think about my work.