Sun, poetry by MiddleAgedNee at Spillwords.com
Rebecca Prest

Sun

Sun

written by: MiddleAgedNee

@AgedNee

 

The mist came in,
You went missing
Stumbling cold,
Barbed on the way
The storm blew in quickly.
You have taken the future
I will not live until you
Again shine.
The clouds know me
As their own,
Their tears flow like
Mine until, you are out again.

 

NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR:

The worst of feelings produced at least a few words, recognising where they have come from is still no comfort. Staying close supporting him has been the only way forward.

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