our sun gives gifts that shine bright and persist
but now takes leave and will succumb to shade
its last glimmer surrounds me in a mist
that, too, will quickly dry; away it fades

horizon steals the star in ruthless ways,
indignant, for he cannot know of life
now robbed of light, we're obscured in a maze
of walls, which hold our heartbreak, loss, and strife

the light is fading from my yearning eyes
the world around me dies and grows so cold
this brittle smile, and adequate disguise
for jagged, futile heart that once was gold.

as Sisyphus was bound atop his hill
my lamp grows feeble; man has lost his will