Dark Sun

There're days when the sun is up When the solar rays hit you You feel been dropped from the top And you end up right on the screw. You just landed at the bottom You hurt your head, and you see Zilch. Then, somebody crushes a bee On the plateau of your left bosom. Sometimes, the sun is awfully dark It is not an eclipse, a phenomenon Things are tough, a silly demon Is chasing you outside of the park. Ouch! It's hurt fighting depression Which is an elusive mental disease Ouch! You are afraid to take action You lie there, at will, and at ease. The sun is dark night and day The strange emotions or illnesses stay Stubbornly with you, they won't go away Thank God, you have the strength to pray. Copyright © September, Hebert Logerie, All rights reserved Hébert Logerie is the author of several books of poetry.