Writer’s Block

Small bursts of energy
Then
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
“Tomorrow”
 .
But tomorrow
Never came
And the people sat
Waiting
Trying to gather
The gold sparks
Buried deep meteorites
 .
They hoped
To one day find
Where their sun went
Why
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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