In the darkest night the sun may seem like an
extinguished match or an ember drowned by rain.
A light forever
lost.
The cold world
grows steadily colder and shrinks like the abused, closing in on all
sides. Laughter, smiles, the glimmer of dancing eyes, and all else
indicative of human brightness is gone. Colors leeched from everything
leave shadows and emotion dull-gray in their absence.
Time is a
void. A moment feels eternal.
Hope does not
blossom in the darkness but withers fast, starving for what only the sun can
offer. As its petals turn to dust, fear blows in and sweeps the remnants
away. The soul succumbs by degrees to nightmares emboldened by the dead
of night.
All
is lost! All is lost!
The wretched sun,
repulsed by our nothingness,
has abandoned the
lives in its care!
And then the eyes open wide,
seeing mountains
take shape on the horizon.
Copyright 2016 Richelle E. Goodrich
