Writer’s Block

Small bursts of energy
The sun lit up
It hit the sky
In golden splendor
The heat
Seared the land
Taking up time
Precious time
The people gathered
The hints of gold
Thrown off by the sun
The gold was pure dusk
They had gathered
A fading sun
Hiding the pieces
In their homes
They could always go gold gathering
But tomorrow
Never came
And the people sat
Trying to gather
The gold sparks
Buried deep meteorites
They hoped
To one day find
Where their sun went
One day
It sank into
The ground
Now they sit
On porches painted with gold
They have forgotten how to use
Wishing that they can
One day
Bask in the sun’s warmth
Once again

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