Fresh Baked Sunrise

Fresh Baked Sunrise

See my dead eyes speak with flowing tears.

Watch them sadly as they drain out fear.

Obliterated is my skin.

My flesh has been cut to the bone.

My soul is bleeding so drastically.

While I feel abandoned and bereft of company.

How amusing is my ignorance.

Watch my eyes and my hands bleed as I feel like life is finally all the way gone from me.

Not partially taken like it used to be.

No now it will be fully gone and given away.

Everything that was once freshly growing inside of me withers violently into decay of misery fed pain.

While I lay shattered like a broken smashed doll.

Every piece begins to fall apart while silently I’m trembling. 

Crumbling and crashing are my thoughts and words.

I feel myself disconnect from this world.

Talking and speaking turns into mute disgrace.

I turn away, turn away.

Watch me as I turn away.

Stare back to that knife. 

I once held in my hand of darkness a year before.

Years of gore.

Those years before kept me well hidden in my attic of possession and an old dusty depression.

Put it back on the shelf and stare at the cracked window that lets sunlight bleed through

Not such an easy thing to do I’m afraid

What a damn pitiful shame

Looking back now at the clouded unfaithful emotion

Overrated sadness never seems to grow dry,

as they, the tears continuously haunt my eyes.

Frightfully I sit down in a morass of delusion.

Is this my life

This is my life

Maybe it will change if I let in the sunrise.

Is this why I cry 

This is why I cry 

Maybe it will change if I choose to decide

What keeps me locked inside, I laugh at it’s face.

It won't keep me here more than three , dark, longing days.

Then that’s when this person shall victoriously escape.

That’s my motivation’s wishful dream

There I go again actually thinking in a state of positivism’s fantasy

Blackening and blackening is blackened blackness.

Empty and sufficiently dry.

Hearing out my words through this collapsing mind.

I know that I can hold onto my hope.

Just got to let in that freshly baked sunrise.

Author's Note

Reviews

[willweb]

It seems no matter how dark it gets, there will always be that sunshine, fresh from nature's oven, waiting the next day if we only let it in. Very sad piece but it ends on an upward note. Nice.

[Raymond Federle]

Re-worked some of the lines and made it more reader friendly....ENJOY! :)

[jacob erin-cilberto]

we disconnect completely when our hearts are severed completely...

a journey through pain.

[Frieda P]

Love the title and it just got progressively better from there. I could hear this as a country music song in my head, excellent imagery, felt this one Raymond. Killer finish too....

[Kenneth The Poet]

I feel this, the darkness, the starkness, the powerful bitterness. No amount of sunrises, freshly baked or not, will diminish the electronegativity of humankind.

Thank you for the reality check.