I wake up,
Tears stream down my face,
Check the time,
I'm probably late.
5:46 the display reads,
Disbelief shows on my face,
But the house is quiet,
And the world is asleep.
I wake up,
Tears stream down my face,
Check the time,
And I'm not late.
The light chases away the shadows,
That hang over me as I lay,
It creates an orb of light,
To keep the dark at bay.
I wake up,
Tears stream down my face,
Check the time,
And I'm not late.
I unlock it knowing there's no way,
I can let go of this precious light now,
Amazing how one side of morning can be so quiet,
When the other can be so loud.
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Pulvis et Umbra
Poetrywe write our stories on the silver black clear canvasses of our lives these are my stories i build them so you can relate and perhaps we won't be so alone *** "I really love these poems. They help me find myself in worlds where there is no one lef...
