The Day the Sun Didn’t Rise By Jasen Sousa
The Day the Sun Didn’t Rise
One morning I awoke
and darkness covered the land.
My body was drained of all hope,
barely able to see an outline of my hand.
I rushed to my window to spread the blinds,
it appeared as though everything had disappeared.
Lived through the days and never paid attention to the signs,
the reality of a thought all of us have once feared.
Heard screams and fastened the deadbolt on my door.
Rocks crashed through my windows, in poured darkness of night.
Somewhat sure of what was in store,
nothing more than a man in peace with his plight.
Empty skies, no clouds, no birds,
this was the day the sun didn’t rise.
Gone forever, my once proud words.
The moment your dream s dies.
Taken From
A Mosaic of My Mind By Jasen Sousa (Written at age 24)
©
One morning I awoke
and darkness covered the land.
My body was drained of all hope,
barely able to see an outline of my hand.
I rushed to my window to spread the blinds,
it appeared as though everything had disappeared.
Lived through the days and never paid attention to the signs,
the reality of a thought all of us have once feared.
Heard screams and fastened the deadbolt on my door.
Rocks crashed through my windows, in poured darkness of night.
Somewhat sure of what was in store,
nothing more than a man in peace with his plight.
Empty skies, no clouds, no birds,
this was the day the sun didn’t rise.
Gone forever, my once proud words.
The moment your dream s dies.
Taken From
A Mosaic of My Mind By Jasen Sousa (Written at age 24)
©