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The Doomed—regard the Sunrise
With different Delight—
Because—when next it burns abroad
They doubt to witness it—

The Man—to die—tomorrow—
Harks for the Meadow Bird—
Because its Music stirs the Axe
That clamors for his head—

Joyful—to whom the Sunrise
Precedes Enamored—Day—
Joyful—for whom the Meadow Bird
Has ought but Elegy!
cracks on the wall
copy the cracks in my heart
every time i fall
i'm torn apart
You will never hear the birds cry in the still morning.
You will learn the owl's nightly manifestation of lonely sorrow.
Your empty room will start to feel like a trap on bad nights and your own safe haven on good ones.
You will be able to hear your family's soft slumber from across the house.
You will barely be able to hear yours...
Insomnia will now be your best friend.
Treat it right or it can lead to deadly thoughts;
endless fears of sunrise.
You will be afraid of waking up..
Simply because your mind has taught you that sleep is freeing.
Your only escape from reality is late night thoughts and far away dreams.
so darling, you can always dream...
Until the brutal realization that dreams have to become reality,
and reality is making yourself useful,
and useful to others..
To the others that you hate seeing everyday.
Begin to question where your motivation went.
It wasn't always like this.
It wasn't always a constant battle of waking up for a new day.
But this is your life, your biggest nightmare.  Tell yourself, are your dreams even safe anymore?
clouds more
intense in their
deep questionings,

the sky blossoms
like an early rose,  

the earth takes a deep breath
mourns for the brightest stars,

the moon gathers
mirrorings and soft
icicles, dreams of summer’s
thin feathery wings.
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