The Forboding

The daytime sky like the night.
The sun red as blood moving in the sky.
The wind blows past me, thrashing, pushing me toward darkness.
I close my eyes and wish the grave feelings gone.
A moment of happiness.
Then black.
I search.
I scramble.
I grope for something familiar.
Blind and desperate I find nothing.
Then, a light.
Dim, and unmoving.
Peace swarms my soul,
And I surrender to the night.