sunrises…
\n…they do signal the start
\nof a fresh new day,
\na new beginning,
\na new hope.<\/p>\n
that is, if you’re not
\npenultimately jaded like me.<\/p>\n
see, the harsh glare of the early
\nmorning sun brings
\nnot gladness, but desperation.
\nnot hope, but sheer and
\nunadulterated dread.<\/p>\n
because you see,
\nat least the night
\ncloaks my tears and
\noffers me solace
\nin my melancholy.<\/p>\n
at least the darkness
\ncomforts me, telling me
\nthat there is absolutely
\nno need to face anybody.<\/p>\n
and then comes the sun,
\noh the cruel scorching sun…
\nit threatens to expose
\nmy sins, my fears, my shortcomings.
\nit sheds light upon the
\nharsh reality that waits for me,
\nday after day after day.<\/p>\n
moreover it flashes upon me
\nthe ironically cold truth —
\nthat after the night
\nprotected me from facing
\nthat bitter truth —<\/p>\n
— it will all come down to this.
\nit will mean losing you.
\nit will mean that it’s true
\nafter all…<\/p>\n
not some horrendous nightmare
\nthat shook the core of my being.<\/p>\n
yes, that same sunshine that brings
\nsmiles to other people —
\nthat same sunshine — it signals
\nthe truth that i’ve really
\nlost you and you’re not coming back.<\/p>\n
and yet i will still be here,
\nleft behind, bitter, cold and broken.
\ni will still be here
\npraying for night to come cloak me with
\nits darkness once more.<\/p>\n
so i can hide the tears
\nand the whimpers and the endless
\nheartwrenching sobs that fail to escape
\nmy worn-out throat.<\/p>\n
but then again, morning always comes,
\noh how i wish it never does,
\nhow i really wish it never does.<\/p>\n
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