the sun turns its cheek,
in sadness or in shame,
seeing the horrors of the world
it sustains.
It turns its cheek,
and the darkness becomes prominent,
As if it ever left,
and you remember that this world is yours alone
you’re not lonely
you’re in control

the rooms are empty
as are you
yet you look around for a helping hand
but you know they’re all too busy for you

for a girl who has nothing to offer
no trade to master
and no dreams to chase after
what would drive her in this world?

her lack of ambition?
or her lack of love?
should she dream of nothing
and smile to herself?
she should be proud,
shouldn’t she
of the lovers she’s never gathered?


she remembers,
looking at the skies created for her,
her greatest accomplishment yet:
existing
it’s the hardest thing to do.