Rise and Fall

Mornings turn to mourning 

When I open my eyes.

A moment’s all it takes

For me to realize 

where I am,

Where I’m going,

How things are.

All hope dies.

And all my day

Is an attempt to deny

The reality of things

Until I can at last

Say goodnight

To the broken man I am.

To my doomed life.

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