Mo(u)rning
morning comes faster than I ever knew it could shock of light as the sun comes up, heat in body causing the unrest punching feeling in my gut, eerie nature of it all, given everything (nothing)
displaced. distraught. hurt. scared. alone.
bleeding screaming on the inside, never knowing what to do. you.
Leading into the sunlight, never brought any in darkest places, left (alone) (again) as you grew into the darkness becoming one of the shadows carried your sorrows, while I bottled mine (drowned) it never stopped mornings come slower now, as if time is lurking, haunting, instead of fleeting
The sun is coming up again, lighting the sky, without burning the body
mourning.
















