Every day, when the fading light fails,
I find bits of sunset under my nails.
Things forgotten are to yesterday lost;
What paths I have missed are roads left uncrossed.
Anxiety bleeds me throughout day;
Despite all my efforts, I've lost my way.
Why do you leave, simple sun of my sky?
Day after day, you forsake me to night.
Sleep helps me forget, a transient fix,
But I wake to a noise and the clock still ticks.