The Day Poem by Scott Ransopher

People surround him, yet he's still alone.
He enjoys the dark, but he fears the light.
He once was warm, now he's cold to the bone
How can he possibly survive this night?
When all is stolen, wrong seems right.
His life is faded, not shiny and new.
Despair is here. He must concede the fight.
No tunnel of light to just pass on through.
No heaven or hell, so what should he do?
Days drag on as if he's barely alive.
Death is inevitable, harsh but true.
THE DAY is here, not a chance to survive
They said "You'll be great, " but that was a lie.
Once he was conceived he started to die.