My Mother Is My Sun

Every dawn, a longing for a better life-

Life still tastes more insipid than ever before.

Silencing my wild urges brings no solace;

Emptiness overshadows all I once thought was mine.

The darkness around me scares me no more;

Life in despair grips my heart tight

When the buds of my existence, my only life

Tremble at my shade as a scary shadow.

I'm sinking into the void, and seeking meaning is futile,

Having lost even hopes of a peaceful return.

How long will my soul yearn to breathe joy, not a sigh?

Perhaps a lifetime or an eternity in ominous silent graves.

No, my mother is my last hope,

Where forgiveness is a vast sky.

I shall return to her, the sun of my life,

With nothing but tears and bare hands.