Haven't had a glimpse of sun for a full month soon!
Not one little little sliver!
Not one ray to bright our day!
Not one speck to which we crane our neck; don't look away!
It's getting hectic, and there's no exit. No little grace from the rays of space.
We're in our nexus, of dark and shade; no UV rays to keep us safe and kill the plague.
Been hanging on! My hand is strong. But lasting long with no light that plays upon my face; to trace the bond.
Long enough: hope starts to fade.
The darkest days.