At The Crack
Of Dawn
The Sun Comes Up
And Though
It Beams
Heavily
On My Brows
Im Not
In The Mood
For Smiles
Rather Hide
My Inner Child
Than Laugh
At Non-Comical Things
As The Day Breaks
And The Night Falls
I’ve Patiently Waited
For You To Call
Wondering If You Cared At All
Until 5 In The Morning
You Show Yourself
Unnumbered Times
Of Sore Disappointments
I Can’t Keep Track Of You
Feeling Like I Need
To Schedule An Appointment
Just For Us To Make Time
Slowly But Surely
Patience Has Shortened
And Bitters Reeks
My Lonely Soul
Was It Supposed
To Be This Way?
For The Tears
To Well
Swelling My Eyelids
Why Isn’t It Okay
To Swallow My Tongue
And Keep Comments To Myself?
I’m Allowed
To Have An Opinion
Yet It Usually
Falls On Deaf Ears
But When Its Your
Turn To State Your Plea
Suddenly You
Act Like Your Heartsick
And Meaningless
Apologies
Have Become
Just As Gullible
As I Am
So I Give In
To Your Woes