"Torturous Mornings" by Max PhineasThe piercing crimson sunrise
Tears across the silver sky.
I press my face harder against my pillow,
Shielding flooded eyes
From the sinister sunbeams
That penetrate the shadows
Whose black depths conceal Night's secrets.
Blocking tear-stained cheeks
From horrible morning air;
So moist and foul.
Lungs straining from used air
Recycled, old, unclean air.
Suffocation of the mind follows.
But the thoughts won't leave;
I cannot ESCAPE them.
Stumbling to my feet,
(Stinging cold of the hardwood against my soles)
My own soul is cold, hardened, lifeless.
You are no longer here.
That essential part of me is missing.
(Those damn sunbeams are stabbing at me,
Like daggers in my sunken heart.)
Life without you
Is like death.
But I continue out the door
And take a breath of fresh air.
If only you were here to share it with...
05/30/2005 Author's Note: Not a good time right now...
Posted on 05/31/2005 Copyright © 2024 Max Phineas
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