My Desolate Home
I ignore the sun as it rises above the skyline. No longer look at how the night sky turns from an inky blackness to a deep purple and lightens to an orangy glow of yellow and red. No wonder or delight is felt when I see it, so I keep my back turned as I lay on my side. I’ve come to hate sunrises, so my gaze continues to face the darkness and abyss that has turned into my world.
