The sky darkens,
casting shadows beneath my skin.
The aching of a better day,
time speeds.
Awaiting phrases,
every second counts,
the initiations,
the soothing pledges.
Its ten past 12,
do i say Good morning?
awaiting i remain,
a wrecked soul.
Early morning dawns,
The shadows leave,
the tremor remains,
like a fool i await.
Redemption begins,
light overcasts,
you hear my calls,
i need you now.
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