A stale morning dawned today
It carried over the broken shards of the lonely night
The weakened breeze was loaded with the desperation of emptiness
And the sunrays only spilt its lonesome melody everywhere
The whiff of bitter salts saturated the air
Filling each breath with the sting of void
I opened my eyes to the moaning clouds
And the dark hues cast by the bereft skies
Accustomed to the embrace of murky nights and inherent nothingness
I welcomed the broken morning with an amused smile
And now the day just passes on, each moment enwrapped in the obscured ache
With enraptures of silent tears being the only signs of acceptance
Weary of the resurrection
A morning today yearns for the eternal sunset
-Monica
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