Hell Vs. Me In A Fistfight To The Death Poem by Andy Pandy

The sun on my back,
the wind gently touching the back of my neck,
These things will last forever.
These things will stretch on for eternity.
The sun will shine on
The breeze will blow on,
Touching people in the same way
They have touched them for generations,
A gentle tap on the shoulder,
A pleasant reminder:
'Yes, I'm still here. No, I haven't changed.'

And then the night.
It descends like a fog,
slowly, steadily,
A darkness that's crisp and cool as a mountaintop,
That's thick as mud.
And with it comes a strange relief,
A place to hide my sins,
Push them into the shadows
Hidden from the ever-judging eyes of passers-by.

I once was brave.
Wore my mistakes on my shoulders,
A symbol to the world:
'This is where I've been,
and I'm never going back.'
But I've been asleep for too long,
My sins piled up to the point
Where my feeble body can no longer support their weight.

I have changed.
We are all changing.
I fear the worst.
There are dark days ahead.

Meanwhile...

The sun sits at a distance,
The breeze blows quietly past
Our darkened bedroom windows.
Both waiting for the chance
That we might let them in.