Sunrise, Sunset

Dawn breaks.

I wake in a bed unfamiliar

With the sensation in my heart

That can only be explained 

As a hybrid of emotion.

Too late for apologies, reversals of 

All the bad acts performed and you,

Once my fondest love

Were boo'ed  off stage for a performance

So dreadful that it hurt my heart

Just to watch. 

Having faith in the skill of an actor to consistently perform well

Is as that of giving a homeless man money

Telling yourself he won't use it

To lose all sense of self and control,
To buy just one more six pack, and 

that you've done a good thing. 

It may help you sleep at night, but the world

Is still the sick mess it was before you gave that

Chance at hope. 

Having faith in people is useless

When they're all animals anyway. 

I live through another day knowing 

That my two cents will never make a difference and 

The sun sets. 

Reviews

[K.C. Zbryk]

The set up of this piece is amazingly well done. The world can be a cruel place and if we arent careful it always seems like the sunrise brings more of the same. Everything that happened before the dusk destined to repeat itself. Honestly its the six pack, or so, that helps me sleep but the morning sun is a real b***h when your still sick on the bus ride to work. Cant help but feel like cattle on the freeway to downtown. Two cents are worth something since most animals have no sense.

[krish]

hey.....wow........well written...
may be u should have to write some about it....

[Sami Khalil]

All the bad acts performed and you
once my fondest love.
Nice write.

[Juliet]

Thank you. c:

[TheAdamBryant]

wow , nice poem