The bitter taste of morning mocks me.
Under the radiant magnification of the sun’s colorful beams
bursting through the pre-dawn clouds,
I feel so small – insignificant.
Here, in the in-between, I wait with baited Breath;
hoping the dawn might deliver more than its usual malcontent.
But who would I be kidding?
My prayers for salvation fall upon the deaf.
I’m nothing but a pesky fly shoed away from God’s side.
Today will be just like all the rest.
The sun has breached its crest, and my heart aches behind my breast.
I feel like scrambled eggs stuck to this Petri dish they call life.
No purpose, no meaning.
Oh, how I hate the light.
If there is a God, Please
Let me slink back into the night
where the darkness doesn’t mock the emptiness within,
and welcomes those of us who are imperfect;
perfectly torn apart from within.