Another Forgotten Morning

Darkness.... All I can see from the protection of my feathered covers and smooth pillow, Lying awkwardly as an insolent sound perpetually drowns out all thoughts of sleep, Though a merciless temptation weighs upon my eyes as if pulling me into a never ending dream. The fan above me casts a blanket of cool air upon me, Whistling as it spins until I command it to stop. As morning slowly approaches a crack of light peers through the closed blinds, Casting a disarming ray of brightness upon the ceiling above me, While becoming visible, The monotony of the room turns trust into ennui. I slowly rise and kick the covers over my legs, Stepping on to a crowded ground, Condoning the sudden brightness. I steadily drag my feet down the long blue hallway as light reflects off the walls and the mirror, Reflecting my own image, Emphasizing black, opaque eyes. There is nothing more to love in waking up every morning, Nothing more to enjoy in living every day the same. I lock the door to the bathroom casually, Turning on the water that cascades down the side of the tile into a marble bathtub. I sheepishly and clumsily undress, Putting one foot into the flush water and then the other, Slowly slipping back on the blue, glibe marble, Holding my breath as I slowly emerge myself into the water. I grab the silver razor from the side arm of the tub, Cautiously, yet without care or though I slide it across my wrist in one blissful motion, And await as the crimson blood pours out and dyes the water around me. I will still live another day, Hide another scar, And hope that tommorow... Will be the first day of my life.I don't know what you think but I like the fact that its how most every day of my life ends up when i reflect on it every night as i try to sleep. Written October 18th, 2001 © on Oct 17 2001 04:32 PM PST   18 • 0 • 1