Rays of light pouring through the window
narrowly missing my eyelids, I awake.
I try to walk out into the sunlight,
why doesn't its warmth embrace me?
Light shines off your face,
and the face of everyone I see,
everyone I know,
everyone but me.
I stand right at your side,
somehow still cloaked in the shadows.
I feel nothing, all the while growing old,
the sun is shining, yet I'm growing cold,
all created equal, or so we're told,
as the freezing darkness tightens its hold.
What is a life worth living for,
when all I want is for the light to pour
on my face, I just want to feel this warmth,
but it seems my sun doesn't shine anymore.
