Sun, where have you been?

I’ve been waiting in the cold

Darkness forever, it seems

At least, to feel your warm hand

Upon my body

Unbury me from this hovel

Of dampness that infects

My bones, my joints

I need your electric balm

To invigorate

My mind, my soul

This gray shadow

Has cast its net

Too long, too far

It has swallowed

Too much of this earth

Causing a great bulge

In yesterday’s news

One-sided blues

That propagates itself

Over the tops of

Its citizens moods

Clamping down hard

With its monotonous


Sun! Unleash your

Soothing rays

For we can not wait

Patience has seen

Its overdue days.

©Jay Mora-Shihadeh

Photo by Sachin C Nair from Pexels

#sunset #poetry #spokenword #rhymes

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