Resting In My Shining Sun Poem by Daniel Richards

Why was I left alone, burned and broken?
While my time was washing passed,
I could only stand by my window watching
Where was I, as the rains fell down dark and slow?
Raining Images from my torn, tortured soul
I was left alone

Where were you when I was lying dying in my mind?
You stood by, staring and watching me helpless
The things you said to my aching head, attacking me
But regardless it left me, staring straight into my own shining sun
Killed me in the morning, I mourned me till the pain passed by,
Now with added strength I’m coming back to life, headed straight to my shining sun

Now, where am I, I’m standing high upon,
The crest of my castle, resting in my shining sun