Rising Sun Poem by Kevin Carney

I am waiting for the sun to rise…
I fear it cannot come soon enough.
Waiting for the warmth to come back to me.
Never have I been so cold…
I wish we could build a fire…
Somehow we lost the flame along the way.
I wish I could take time back.
I could do it so differently.
I wish I could rebuild myself…
So far I have fallen, maybe it’s too late.
Somewhere I have lost wings…
I wish I could have seen the dreams I had…
So slowly vanishing with the passing days.
Hoping they would work out in good time.
Only to see hope turn to dust…
Really though, I should have known better.
I’ve endured the storms of reason…
I’ve suffered the winds of change…
Knowing that I wouldn’t come back.
Always asking myself where should I be?