DAY 15 PROMPT
This Black Morning
A sonnet

Pick up my coffee and head for the door, Still not sure if I’m going to make it. Halfheartedly open, stare at the floor, Turn around, don’t think that I can take it.
Open the door again, what time is it? Looking less like morning, maybe midnight. Run down stairs, look up to see what did it. What this black morning is blocking the light?
Earth becomes dark as my shriveled old heart, A black lump amidst too bright sparkling stars, Is this some vast cosmic performance art? Have my eyes gone blind from life’s cuts and scars?
Eyes look up and see metallic canyons, Upside down city, star ship advances.
Written in response to the prompt ‘black morning’, day fifteen of The National Poetry Month 2021 with Shabd Aaweg Review
Half way done the month long event.
