The sunrise comes on whispered sighs,
With dream stained skin and sleepy eyes.
Its amber rays fill the room
to help dispel the nighttime gloom.
Morning hums with borrowed cheer,
A fragile hope that feels sincere.
Coffee steams, the world feels near,
Yet shadows linger, faint but clear.
By noon the light grows harsh and thin,
A weightless ache beneath the skin.
Laughter sounds a practiced art,
A distant echo in the heart.
The afternoon drags long and slow,
The clock ticks loud but time won’t go.
The body moves, the mind stays still,
Each simple task a test of will.
At dusk the sky exhales its gray,
The warmth of morning slips away.
The silence grows, the lights goes dim.
The darkness settles in again.
Written by https://www.threads.com/@thriftygirl365
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