Early Morning Light

Deathly silence settles over me,

a cumbersome fog obscuring all else;

a thief in the early morning light

stealing away every ray of hope

my sickly brain may ever conger.

 

Eyes fluttering to full capacity,

the depth of it all hits me,

a brick swung full force in the face;

the silence, that damnedable silence

reminding me, continually, of the fact

 

I am alone!

 

Trying to move, failing in the effort,

hot salty tears fighting to get out,

surely they will win this battle I am always loosing.

Longing to melt away, to become one with the sheets

and forever escape the useless task of living.

 

Finally, giving into reality,

I rise to face the day and all it has to throw at me.

Leaving behind the saftey net of sugar coated dreams,

trading them in for imitation smiles and revolting cheerfulness,

I embrace,

 

The deadly silence of being alone.

Reviews

[Wondering Mind]

A very sad sitaution to be in and associate lonliness with one of the most beautiful times in a day with. Having said that, your poem expresses the emotions very well. Nicely penned.