Morning
Morning is a bright looking florescent
that unfold splashes of sultriness;
thrilling luminosity blewing off saturnine
incessantly each day you awake
to greet your pallid-cream face.
It shoot in succulents embrace
flurrying optimism and illusory hope
as fiery as your desires
just enough for a blade
to slash through depression
with unassailable sense.
Whilst to others
it's a suicide ice
& huge spectre
that will ruin
the gambles of their nights.
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