Unbright Morning / September 6, 2015

the morning's first light

is dreary, not bright

and reflect's this morning's dark mood

the mirror is broke

and i'm stuck here to float

in a world that's just so unkind

the birds tweet

but it's not so sweet

i've lived to see another day

a morbid thought

i've never really fought

wishing i'd just fade away

day and night it now calls

and as always, i will fall

for the steel's harsh, comforting ways

one becomes two

and multiplies a few

as i sit back and watch the decay