Hundred-and-Nineteenth Poem of 2020
The Dark Dawn

Waking up at sunup
My dim eyes can't see a thing
The whole room flooded with a living parade of darkness
With a hollow void through my pitch black heart
My keen ears couldn't pick any sounds of the morning song by the chirping birds

Unable to nosed out the scent of the morning coffee & soft breeze
There on my cozy & warm bed
I knew this morning was a living hellish nightmare

Walking out the wodden door
I look up the now black & white painted sky,
There...