I stand by the window side
As I awake with no slumber in my eyes
And my flesh cannot calm to sober
I await the morning light
In silence by myself, I wait for light
But in dark I abide in the twilight
I face these fears
Because, all of a sudden it got too quiet
The moon stands there in silence
The questions inn my mind stays voiceless
How ironic that it is the dark the dark that begets evil
And the daylight with so much sin we all await to be renewed
Still I wait much longer
But the morning never even passed by.
yewande adedokun
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-morning-never-comes/
