Darkness at dawn

A lump in the chest, awoken from sleep devoid of rest, head spinning in the mud

A dullness explains it best, not up to day's test, each thought a sullen thud

There's a darkness at dawn, half awake with a yawn, the fire has gone out

Black thoughts spawn as all hope is gone, I have lost this route

Reviews

[JessyJacob]

Hi,

What is that when you have no health.

Jessy Jacob ❤️

[Soren]

Thanks for the read Jessy I think sickness would be the word.

[carl]

Talk about a rough start to the day - look to the east, hope is on the horizon, you will reclaim your best, and escape that momentary prison. - the best to you, sir. carl

[Soren]

Thanks so much Carl actually the day didn't start at all in that in travelling I never went to bed and have been up for forty eight hours. Appreciate the read my friend

[Thomas W Case]

Feels like waking up already defeated—heavy, fogged in, like the day’s stacked against you before it even starts.
There’s a blunt honesty in that darkness, like someone naming the weight instead of pretending it isn’t there.

[Soren]

Thanks so much my friend for the review and kind words. Yes travel is tough and getting old I don't much like it anymore.