Tuesday, March 12, 2024

The Promise of the Morning

a bleeding inside that no one saw
the screaming silent worst dream
my flesh decays, I'm made of flaw
I've no memory, for I never sleep
I'll will stand one day, stare in awe
for in the new morning, fear flees
And hope comes with every dawn
to stop bleeding, I need to believe
every single day begins with trust
the night will always fall to day
fulfillment of the promise
of forgiveness to receive