Hope lost, hope regained.

When the sun goes down, it brings hope along with it. Night sets in, with darkness and despair by its side, and eats into your heart, your soul, your being. You hide, petrified of the bloodied nails of hopelessness.


You moan at the lost opportunity that the sun had given, before it mocked you and went away. Questions plague your mind. Could you, would you, should you? But you didn't. And it all slipped away.


Minutes, hours pass. The sun creeps up behind the night, slowly eating away the darkness, bringing along hope. You smile, relieved that a new dawn is upon you.


But will this be a new sun? Or the hope of yesterday returned?