The sunshine hides behind the clouds,
Casting shadows on everything in sight,
And it's days like these, when the world
Seems darker, and fills each being with fright.
There are no cool, calming winds that soothe,
Any lighthearted emotions felt become opressed by grey,
The same shade of the barless prison in which we reside,
Until another day, when inside our coffins we will lay.
The sky we look up towards as we listen for answers,
appears to be lifeless, except for the steady drip drops of rain,
We walk outside, with false hopes and heads held high, and we
Avoid looking into the puddles, for they are only reflections of pain.
And it's only on dreary days like these,
That we hope there will never be a similar one,
Yes, it's days like these that remind us
To never take for granted the warm embrace of the sun. |
Submission Name: Days Like These
