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 was the moon still asleep on the couch of stars
Forgetting to return home & that its sunrise already
The sun stucked on the same spot

As I try to recall the events of yesterday
My memories become blurry & foggy
It all feels like I'm lost in a maze in my own mind

My feet soaked in water yet I don't feel wet
My today doesn't feel like my reality
Here and there I just knew it
That this world is missing You

If time could erase memories
Then it can't make me forget you
If pain could bury love
Then it can't make me hate you
If destiny could change fate
Then it can't stop our meeting
If tomorrow comes without you
Then it would be a dark dawn for eternity & I won't be able to live on

Daniel Israel
8-09-2020

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