Morning Calls
It disappoints me
When sunshine calls each morning
From the broken window.
Am I pursuing towards an end
Or a full stop?
You stop when there are possibilities
You reach the end
When there is nowhere else to go.
When will I
Drown in my own blood?
This question remains unanswered
I still long for the future
But my mind keeps playing new tricks.
Sleeping without dreaming
Is this dying?
Morning calls
Like an unwelcomed guest
Intruding upon a helpless host.
What is it like
When the end eventually comes?
Those who know the answers never come back.
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