The Sun

 

The sun is shining,

No brighter than usual.

It’s just its normal self,

Doing what it always does,

But it’s efforts are useless.

The sky is covered

By thick grey clouds,

So no light can get through.

But just because

I cannot see it

Does not mean that

It isn’t there.

I just can’t feel it.

It’s just like hope.

It’s trying to

Make it’s way to me.

But it doesn’t matter

How hard it tries.

It won’t break through

My thick barrier.