Dark Sun Poem by Hebert Logerie

There're days when the sun is up
When the solar rays hit you
You feel been dropped from the top
And you end up right on the screw.

You just landed at the bottom
You hurt your head, and you see
Zilch. Then, somebody crushes a bee
On the plateau of your left bosom.

Sometimes, the sun is awfully dark
It is not an eclipse, a phenomenon
Things are tough, a silly demon
Is chasing you outside of the park.

Ouch! It's hurt fighting depression
Which is an elusive mental disease
Ouch! You are afraid to take action
You lie there, at will, and at ease.

The sun is dark night and day
The strange emotions or illnesses stay
Stubbornly with you, they won't go away
Thank God, you have the strength to pray.

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Hébert Logerie is the author of several books of poetry.