In The Morning
I came home somewhat late, last night;
my fatigue must have been showing;
I had become irritable, annoyed, and trite;
at a time when I felt I was growing.
What was it that somehow had taken control;
my thoughts must belong to somebody else;
perhaps, thoughts, belonging to another soul;
maybe they’re from a demonic elf.
I live alone; my house, no longer shared;
so no one saw my angry display;
feeling sad and lonely; and no one cared;
the light of my life, had faded away.
It is the nighttime of life; midnight draws near;
and I’m losing all desire to conform;
my loneliness multiplied by pain and fear;
perhaps, all will change in the morn.
The sun arose; to cancel out the night;
bringing peace to my troubled soul;
soothed and warmed by morning light;
I contemplated my new life role.
Darkness reminded me of what I had lost;
sleep had drawn my love to the Light;
reminding me of a cross; and its terrible cost;
when Life succumbed to the Night.
Prodigals are naturally drawn to the Light;
salvation was never about performing;
death brings an end to the darkness of night;
new life begins in the morning.
Monty 5/7/23. # 1,561