Daylight sun

might be good for some,
but not for him,
man on the bench looking glum,
and I wonder what’s wrong,
sadly, there are so many people in society whose lives have gone wrong.
might be good for some,
but he’s shedding tears,
and I feel for him,
and the world is flooded with tears,
and for some the day is far too long,
and time does run,
far too slowly,
and some they end it all with a gun,
and here I am, looking at him,
wishing him well,
as he cries on the phone to his mum,
about a lost love,
oh, what it is to be a human,
oh, what it is,
and how sad often life is,
and how many times we suffer,
and never truly recover.
might be good for some,
but by the looks of him,
it feels like night,
and nothing is right,
and under my breath I say good luck,
and I hope soon for him the tears do stop,
and his heart mends,
and he appreciates once again the daylight sun.

No Profile, Writing and poetry
Author: admin

Hello, I am Ben Robinson, a poet, my first book of poetry Alas the day was written in Dorset, in the United Kingdom.

You Might Also Like

Leave a Reply