Umbra

I stare into the sun;
Cornea and Umbra meet.
In it I see my father,
The sun I see in me.

He tells me that I've lost him,
and purpose I cannot find.
But the glow tells another story,
In the sun I lose my mind.

My present is contorted,
My past, it is contrived.
The sun devours my days,
taking that for which I've strived.

An old man am I now,
My eyes have long lost sight.
Life has faded to darkness,
I stare into my night.