No Morning

At twelve o’clock in the day Jobless. Tired of the hustle, with no food pangs of hunger are eating her insides. She lies down and closes her eyes. Unusually sleep catches up with her. She hopes to sleep and wake up the next day. She wakes up at one in the day. Unusually, she slept a whole day and a night and into the next day again. But no, it’s no new day for there was NO morning. It has now been a while, A WHILE is too mild a word For this persistence she portrays in living a life of pain and hopelessness The pain is insignificant for in absence of pity, She gladly would accept as penance and retribution of the risks and mistakes she gravely made. The hopelessness however has become unbearable digging deep in her soul. The curvatures it has made has left a hollow place inside her heart. That she sleeps away her entire day and consequently better part of her youth. The only hope she now has is she will wake when darkness has hovered away. Replaced by a new day, ‘a morning’. That she has not seen a morning for ‘a while’ is insane but overly true. She holds on hoping that tomorrow will be brighter, changed and a new That the sun will outshine the darkness and she would see change just for ‘a while’ That the hopelessness would be replaced with new and real dreams. Unusually, there’s is no newness, no future. NO morning and definitely NEVER tomorrow