Whatever Happens

 

I hate the embers of dawn,

The first licks of sunshine pushing past the dusk,

It feels like a worm wriggling in my skin,

Or my heart,

Scraping through a yard of corrugated metal,

The day promises hope and a new beginning,

To a world that seeks the vanity in such,

I hear joyful chirps and kitty meows,

My neighbor’s kids rising up,

The world getting ready to live again,

And heaven reaching out to make it so,

I pull my blinds tighter,

And lock the doors,

Anything to keep the light out,

Another gruesome battle begins for me,

A battle for my soul and breath,

I hate the light and all the animation in it,

To live for me is to always be dead,

There is glory in the dark,

A blessed sense of wonder and fright,

I feel the cold hands of death and an envelope of all I know is true,

It’s not phony or bright,

Not elated or right,

It’s demons, monsters, and gods,

And dreams, desires, despair,

It’s like a circus of freaks,

That all the stable and right,

Will never know what it’s like,

Inside we don’t worship joy,

But know the beauty in peace,

I know it’s ravens and ghosts,

And creepy crypts at the doors,

But still it’s something so pure,

I’d die to live it forever,

So whatever happens,

I only hope the day ends,

So I get back to blessed night.

@Job Kerry