Early Mornings
The sun screamed its arrival
With flaming raids
Invading my room.
The coffee pot hissed, as I stood
Leaning against the kitchen counter.
“I keep bleeding loneliness”, I thought
And it’s obvious in my trails
It’s obvious in the way I speak
In the way I joke around
In the way I smile.
Times like these
Sleepless and all out of hope
Feels like life
Is nothing more
Than a thief
Of souls.
A lie we keep believing
Until we hear the notes
Of rain coming down
Of howls to the bright moon
Cleansing our dreams
Bringing us closer to what each one of us
Calls destiny.
And as I stood there
Hopeless, jobless, penniless
With a cigarette in my mouth
Leaning against the kitchen counter
Day dreaming of trysts with you
I tried to analyze your behavior
Your disappearing acts
Comparing you with life itself.