Repression In Memorandum

I am the lifeless face of dawn
The morning brings no comfort
With its wisps of promise gone,
The dregs of the dreaming mind
Violated, unable to prolong
The harsh reality of day;
Instead pulled flush with the wan
Light of consciousness
Brining nothing new, more of the same.
I am the faceless light of dawn
A cold thing that scorches the flesh
Leaving the soul forgot and forgone
Praying for the sun to penetrate,
Waiting in longing far too long,
Unable to bare the chill of shadow,
The dread of night, hurrying day along
With all the indifference of a metronome
Marking time in action more than name.
I am the empty promise of dawn,
I am the suffering we prolong,
A memory.