Birds sing upon the amber hues of dawn
the faint Northern breeze wakes with a windy yawn,
buttercups and daisies bloom and flower
the smell of freshly cut grass tangy and dour

alarm clocks and phones ring in symphony
as the early AM commuters arise limply;
taxis beep, buses groan
widows and homeless eat breakfast alone

coffee boils as the hungover quench their thirst
the fools that are late panic and curse -
some people awake to a strangers flat, whilst
others on the street to the lick of a cat

many awaken to the calls of their sin
sadly their only friend lies within an alcoholic drink,
their minds and brains addiction submerge
of suicide they stand upon the ever-crumbling verge

and thus I lie awake every night
fearing the future that somehow dances from my sight;
depression and utter disgust tempt me to give in
it claws at my stomach, grinds my bones from within

are we doomed to living our days exactly the same
to live a repetition so precise it'll drive us insane?

It seems in this darkness we stumble, we *****,
the light flitting from between our fingers that calls itself hope.