Sunrise
bitter comfort
that births from
constant isolation,
Creeping away
Hiding from illumination,
Cold that grows confidence
in isolation,
slowly seeping out of pores,
A sick suffocating warmth
enveloping, reminding
every minute, every cell
that the fire
love brings
will never travel here
sunlight a substitute
for the passion
that burns everywhere but here
so you burn in this lie
waiting for the
truth
of a night
spent in an empty bed
and a dinner enough
for two made for one
to consume in shame
because this
sorry excuse for a life is
not pessimistic, only fair
and Sunlight in an optimists eyes
can lead to madness
ever associated
with misunderstandings
of love and life.