THE MORNING THAT NEVER COMES

The morning that never comeS....

Gazing up the verdant sky,

Where my dreams and hopes fly

Starry, resplendent, vast and void

Like a candle lit in a cuboid.

I wait for day break for light to dispel this darkness

And bring relief to the darkness that eclipse my shadow

My respite comes with daybreak when at dawn, the cock crows

And darkness with all its agents retract into abyss to hibernate.

Long I wait with a gasping of breath

Till in despair I begin to slumber

For how long will the night tarry?

And when cometh the sweet sound

Of cock crow at dawn, that brings respite

To those burdened by the journey of the night?

Long into the tail of the night

When aube seems a stone throw

Yet darkness keeps dripping, compounding

Will this morning really come?

It's a long walk into the distance of night

Yet, there's no horizon at sight.

The hours have only coalesced

And condescend into more obscurity

For it seems night has swallowed the day

And darkness rules like a king

This is the morning that never comes.