Our postponement has expired. I was hoping for more time. The morning sky cannot hide the truth. I see the warning buried beneath the horizon, preventing the sun from rising.

Our postponement has expired. I was hoping for more time. The morning sky cannot hide the truth. I see the warning buried beneath the horizon, preventing the sun from rising.
I watched the dawn with optimism — my hope for sunny days laid out in my dreams. I can feel my spirit contradict my desires because the world’s touch is abrasive. The wounds have blurred my vision. The Winter took its toll, but the groundhog predicted an early Spring.
Waking to a dimly lit sunrise
Smiling at the hope of promise
Day darkens quickly
Shadows pummel a shaken spirit
Seeking salvation in the darkness
Falling towards despair
Lying within the foggy evening
Wishing for a moment of sleep
Unable to breathe
Dust of Earth…
Body of clay…
Breath of life…
End of days.
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Seconds of anticipating;
Everything slows down.
Foggy thoughts dissipating;
Watching the effects of time.
Woke up to a cold Autumn morning;
The sunrise was hours away.
Sleep wanted me to stay in bed,
Thoughts of the moment denied its desire.
A routine that was unchanged
For so many decades.
Ideas to remove the insanity;
Destiny is the antagonist toward my best laid plans.
Late into the night, we waited for things to transpire. A moment to restore our faith. Sleep brought about temptation. Holding on to the hope of light, in complete darkness.
This morning, the sunrise was absent of sunlight. The sky is dull and gray. “Joy comes in the morning,” words spoken by the optimist. We cannot see tomorrow, but we can see the change.
Listening to the tides;
Beneath the clear night sky
as the fire dies.
Dissipating imaginations rise
but something stokes the flames
and the fire burns hot again.
We despise the sunset;
the night taunts our sanity.
Twilight beckons our slumber;
we are not ready to sleep.
We seek the sunrise;
the day pretends to matter.
Gusting winds hide our voices;
pouring rain drowns our presence.
Time spent walking,
on the wrong side of the road.
Meaning is a pot of gold
at the end of the mythical rainbow.
Waiting for the morning
to break this endless night.
The seconds prolong
this enticing desire.
I long to touch
your beautiful face;
to see the sunrise
in your tender eyes.
Tomorrow is far away;
sleepless excitement magnifies
this excruciating wait.
I long to kiss
your beautiful lips;
to see your smile
light up the sky.
Morning light through
Shuttered blinds
Sitting hidden
Within obscurity.
Memories flickering
Like an 8mm film;
Handwritten notes
Creating mementos
Within a musty journal.
Ticks of the clock
Grow silent;
Eyes fixated on
The bottle of Wild Turkey.
Only the aroma remains.
Raising a toast,
With an empty glass,
Towards happiness
Recently snatched away.
Replaced with the burdens
Of a curse that remain
unexplained.
I have forgotten the
smell of spring rain; the
birth of joy
a distant memory.
Cherry blossoms
fell like snow;
trampled by the feet of
dockets.
I was burned
by the heat of summer;
my body branded “a fool”.
The muscle in my chest
dried out; love consumed
by a lasting drought.
I was touched
by the autumn breeze;
my mind could not comprehend.
The nerves beneath my skin
deadened by time;
humanity evaporated
by the constant abuse.
I tilt my head away
From the sunrise; waiting
for the sunset.
Winter is coming;
I will be left
out in the cold.
The first Monday of October 2015 and the morning sunrise halted by a thunderstorm. I did not sleep well last night so, the pattern of poor sleep pickups where it left off on Friday. Today was “Leg” day, my 3:00 a.m. workout went well, and I am down three pounds from a week ago. It is surprising to see the number of views on my YouTube video “Welfare Checks” (www.youtube.com/watch?v=7fJrmF4gRWE). It’s raining, constantly, flash-flood warnings every thirty minutes. My mood is blasé and the dark, gloomy Monday is not helping.
However, tomorrow’s weather forecast calls for sunshine so, there is at least a bright side.
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