Mornings

Mornings are starting to be the telling time the ending bell The time in the day when realization strikes and to fate you want to yell. This morning like many throughout my past. I awake to feel happiness slip that **** never lasts. I believe we bring about our own hated misery. This morning an empty bed and I dont even want to try to figure it out, so weary. I believe that happiness is a very evasive fool Never staying long enough to grasp, so not cool. I awake this morning feeling more alone than I've ever been.. I sit here and wonder if I can even begin again And if so to what end? Again in life i find myself at this same dam bend. What to do where to invest Loneliness or unsettled emotion which is best This morning I figured I'd awaken with his arms once more around me But I awoke alone this dumbfounds me. Maybe I'm just not enough Maybe my life won't be happy just lonlily and rough.. So hard set I dont know that I would even have the patience. To hell with relations. Emptiness comes to dwell with in No patience to begin again.