Two Mornings

Every day has two mornings

One with the sun

Where beams kiss your cheek 

And you’re off on the run

 

And one with time

Where it’s the middle of the night

Yet today is suddenly gone.

Only artificial light

 

And your mind is turned on

And you can’t get it to quit

Racing to feel every feeling

That you can’t show the sun

 

A twisted version of safe

Comes from feeling so alone

Because here I don’t feel guilty

For just being a human.

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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