The Morning After
The morning sun hits me
Dead in the eye
And I find no relief in existence
And for this moment
I believe that
I cannot go on
And I decide to kill
My awareness
Slowly and methodically
The pain in my heart
Makes me want to tell her
That it’s alright
Nothing happened
But it’s a lie
Because the sunlight
Is strong
And I realize that
it’s the morning after
So what happened
To the idea that we do
Whatever we want
Whenever we want to do it
And live to the spirit
Of freedom like the
Horse that runs
In the field
Without a fence
I stand up like
The rooster cock
Who walks up and down the boulevard
Like some drug dealer
Wondering if my
Mother can see me
From her little space
In heaven or some
World like it
I am the man
They come to
And return favors
For favors and
Seek out shelter
From the cold winds
In the night
When the prey
Are weak
And I feel dead inside
Because there is nothing
More to give
Than this illusion
That I am strong
And in control
Of this day while on my knees
Crying and realizing again it’s
The morning after
Copyright © Todd Borstad | Year Posted 2013
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