Promises like saccharin turn sour on my tongue,
The day is new and yet to learn unlike the rising sun,
Full of hope and untold tales to tell my wary soul,
My sunken eyes, a fierce fatigue, my straining heart grows old.
The sun that rises, burns and scolds, illuminates my time,
The urban roar, the sullen dirt, where nothing here is mine.
To stare directly at the light is bound to turn me blind,
And so I seek the ashes in the corners of my mind.
And Time spills quickly over me for fear that I would drown,
Darkness dawns upon me as I lay my body down,
The fear thats wracked my spirit, through ebb and rise and flow,
Again has found me here, in the darkness, on my own.















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