I believe
sometimes...
when the sun rises
it carries along with it
the darkness
from the night
it once was
and swallows
the bright horizon whole
with it's looming
black clouds
equal of mystery
and of torment
and I believe
that a gray moon
in the morning sky
turns the tides
chaos
disarray
silent slumbers
suddenly unfold
into nightmares
that don't end
when awoken
and I believe
day
will never be
the same for me again
the rising sun
used to be
Hope
for new life
until
every morning
began to carry with it
the hollowness
of a lonely
night sky