Hiraeth

Read. My. Story. Please.
          Imhopeless

Everyone's asleep
          My world almost quiet, not a single peep
          But my mind buzzes, this chaos is not unknown
          The arguments, the evil, the shadows,
           all one unsettling tone
          One to many crows.
          And at the crack of dawn 
          With droplets of dew on the lawn
          A bone chilling calm
          Set out in the day
          Marking anew, a life given lemon in my palm.
          This evil is known
          But goes unshown.
          I hate this day, 
          my way of life
          Its a dismay, 
          unlike a blade of a knife.