Once The Sun Has Been Stolen Poem by Ace Of Black Hearts

I do not know what even the purpose of dining room or table is for anymore.
Family is about togetherness, yet we all must have our course of independence.
But what if we over indulge in these meals, gluttony can be a lonely existence when your all alone.
A wish to be on your own.
But do you understand what that even means?
Hopefully help isn't far when called.
But what if it is?
What if all communication dies?
Could you still survive?
Or have you been living a complete lie?
With every luxury we take for grant their someone out their who has not this accommodation.
Feels kinda cozy like a crutch you could forever lean upon.
But in one swell swoop it could be ripped right from underneath you.
Poof and its gone.

~The sun can only be stolen once.
And then we will be forever in darkness.