For want of a sunrise
My mind wakes so sadly
At night, when the world
Lies bright in hard clarity;
Staring, staring – and seeing
Right through me. Enough
                  Of silence, the wind wails and
Screams with fury. At me. Blackening -

I wait,
gaze, while my glassy
hope gets polished,
catching a
flicker
Of some lacklustre blaze

Behind me;

With ravenous greed glows
The sky; a garish smile
Glares through dancing curtains,
dusted with sparkling
diamonds of time, as dawn

breaks her teeth, she glints
without sunlight,
a **** of grey upon
the wintery haze beneath.

I should still be asleep.

Instead, the rain fills me, spills
from sudden clouds
of bloodied red;
with nothing but burning
and stillness -
the world might be dead.