Give Me Sunshine Poem by Aimanu B. Ali

A heaviness persists on my soul
like a foggy curtain in January morning.
Give me a little sunshine,
the sun refuses to rise in my sky
and clear the morning fog.

My soul feels stranded,
like a car in the middle of the road
in the heavy downpour of the summer rain.

Dragging my soul like a paralytic foot
I am a living corpse.
I am the lonely Crusoe
marooned in some solitary island.
while the sea of crowd around me swarm with life
I look on with longing in my eyes.