6 o'clock
To me 6 o'clock is the best part of the day
In the morning, the sun rises, revealing its vast assortment of colors
Pinks, purples, blues, yellows, reds
The sky is a canvas
At 6 o'clock the canvas is painted
Then quick as can be is washed away
The colors, they disappear one by one
Each color fading back into blue
Pinks
Purples
Yellows
Oranges
Reds
All gone
And with it, my happiness
Each day I am heartbroken
Beat
Whipped
Punched
Slapped
Abused
The sunrise is my get away, symbolizing the beginning of a new day; new beginnings
There is no one yet awake
No one to
Punch
Beat
Slap
Abuse me
Each evening, at 6 o'clock
The sun sets, letting me know that I have lived another day
But for every day I live, there are thousands more I have not lived
But have yet to live
Sometimes,
I have dreams of running away
But who would be there to help
Surely no, except for myself
The idea is absurd
So instead
At 6'oclock
When the sun rises, and when the sun sets
I watch, wait, and hope.