...am/a.m.
too early in the day
and already it runs
the unspoken pains
of what the world's become
much to think about
so much to dread
not enough answers
and hardly any light shed
her eyes are teased,
taunted by the stars
a child's game of hide/seek,
fading away into the dark
with so many rays
and warmth to come
i am her again
she is/a.m. the sun
but then it pours and it pouts
and the sanity gnaws
i am/a.m. darkness
she, we are/our dawn.
Love you,
Love, me.
mariel.
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