Sunrise

Morning…

At last,

But, no sun rise will come

Bursting forth over the horizon

No light heat

To warm the cheek

I have absently turned

In the sunrise direction

But rain shall fall

Cold and hard

In sheets

It should fall

On my face

Soaking my clothes

And my soul

Weighing me down

To this spot

Where I lay

And wait

Expectantly

For the sunrise

I will not see

My arms open

To catch the drops

As the fall, saving them from this earth

This wretched hell

Where I exist

And they, too, exist

But the sunrise

Doesn’t.

Not today…