The sun set before it rose,
Taking with it away the glimmer of hope.
Before the dusk it was dark,
Pitch black, reflecting my life stark.
Wearing a mask,
I went about my task.
Wished for a place of complete bliss,
Only to end up in a deep abyss.
P.S. Sorry to my dear friend, who tried convincing me on not to publish such a sad poem.
