Analysis of The Sun

I rose upon this morning, just to see the sun's warm glow. With anticipation my heart races as I stood in the stillness.  But instead of rays of holy light to warm my soul again, the clouded sky turned a sallow yellow as if the sun were dying.  The raw agony tore my heart asunder as tears filled my eyes. To match my woahs the sky itself began to cry.  The rain turned the ground to mud beneath me and I sank within it.  This pit began to swallow me as the darkness swallowed my heart.  My chin at the surfaces edge, I wallowed in my emptiness, trying to convince myself,"perhaps the sun shall shine tomorrow." And I crawled from the pit and made my way home. Hoping against all hope that perhaps this is not the end.