Goodnight Morning Sun

As he gazes out his window into the morning light,
He sees a car roll down the road and the birds start to take flight.
Everything's a shadow against an orange background,
And suddenly he says, as the bells begin to sound,
"Goodnight morning sun."

He continues to watch as the color fills in.
Shadows become objects as the day begins.
He clutches a photo of his father and sighs
As he carefully takes his pistol and cries,
"Goodnight morning sun."

He sees the small children run out to go play
As their mothers smile happily at the bright new day.
But he's hidden for years now, in the darkness of his shell,
And the tears start falling as he struggles to yell,
"Goodnight morning sun."

The metal feels warm as it glares in the light,
Ready to end his everlasting night.
While the angels above stare down in sorrow,
He pulls the trigger, ending tomorrow.
Goodbye mourning son.

~Kyra de la Torre