In The Morning

by LykeButta

Confusion chokes my brain
I welcome the sweet surrender of unconsciousness
praying it swoops me away
to a place where there is
only peacefulness and light
love and laughter -
Pure and perfect clarity
Joy cometh in the morning
or so it is said
But my mornings are consumed 

with emptiness and dread
Uncertainty of things to come, 

regret of all those past.
Confusion fueled by questions,
of all that was good in my life, 

but for whatever reason, didn't last
I pray for sleep to take me away
my mind, my body, my soul cries for rest
A break from the choking confusion in my head
Relief from the whirl of anxiety in my chest
I close my eyes 

and rest my head
and pray joy will come in the morning

In The Morning by LykeButta

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