DAWN TO DUSK

 

The sun goes down,
 A dark sky is crowned.
 My hands break me down,
 Yet I love, even when I’m knocked down.

I used to achieve what nobody could.
 Now I can’t do much, though I wish I would.
 I fall apart for not being decent—
 Every pain leaves behind a dent.

I can’t make any advancement,
 Forgetting all of life’s enjoyment.
 Is the sky full of equipment?
 Still, it’s not enough for my establishment!

I can’t forget those feats—
 They were my life’s best beats.
 Now I’m left hidden,
 Weighed down by a burden.

That was the sky,
 Where no one could say goodbye.
 Everyone was my ally,
 And I was all I could justify.

Muhammad Zaid VIII Amber