mourning 'til morning

here where the night begins i pull open the shades hanging on to every shred of daylight and i've been up so long i've started to see ghosts in the windows inside this moment i have no desire to think about the past when the future owns me and the next time i will be free will be when i can feel i can feel the sun in my eyes again i knock off another day and i count the days left trying to survive when the hours do their best to defeat me someone send me a sign of a time that doesn't have a jester in charge

Reviews

[Becky C Strukamp]

Beautifully penned. I can feel the desire and need for a rescue from a long hectic day. Love it!!

[Daytonight]

Well penned. This day is almost over. Try and get rest when you came. Keep up the great work.