When Morning Came

When morning came I was swept away with it.

Tiny fingers of sunlight dragged me kicking and screaming

I wanted the night.

But the windows stood open and the drapes were pulled back

I was left exposed…

reaching for covers I assumed would be there.

My last lines of defense, fallen.

All I wanted was silence

I who feared being truly alone

longed for the quiet stillness

longed for the comfort of darkness

longed for nothingness but most importantly

silence.

Far too suddenly my reality had changed –

and my love along with it.

There were few I trusted within these walls

but now they too are gone,

slipping away while I slept.

Electricity replaced the razors in my veins

while torment reigned in the wake of betrayal…

I made a single request

yet the sun found it’s way in,

yet it dared to wake me:

reminding me that I dwell among the living

though I am little more than dead.