Sunlight - Mark Russell

Darkness; I am asleep. I wake slowly, half-heartedly At a sound you make. Quiet early exit, not wanting For me to wake. Light Creeps through My window. The sun rests itself awhile On my wall. Instant joy, No longer does my skin crawl. My eyes light up When I realise The sun has graced me With its company, And with its light And warmth Has filled up My cup. No longer do I want to: Gauge my eyes out. Pull my hair out. Toss myself about. Scream in desperation. Take medication, Or else a permanent ‘vacation’. You could have traced The smile on my face. But instead you left. I understand, and Honestly, it’s grand. I just want to ask one thing Before I go back to sleep: Take my sunlight with you,