The bleak grey cloak of night
Finally ended when the sun came
Unbidden and unwanted
To usher in a new day
Its dull first light peeked
Around the edges of drawn shades
In the loud silence that hung
In the next morning
Although emotionally all life
Had stopped at 12:36 the previous night
The new day stubbornly persisted
With all its implications and expectations
Time moved on
Life went on
Or so the new day
Insisted
The digital clock at the bedside
Burned a faded red into the
Dim remaining darkness and ticked off
Another minute that had finally passed
The air had been shattered
With words, sounds given brief life
But now still lived in the echoes of memory
In the eternity lasting between moment
after interminable moment
A heavy numbness settled into the morning
Palpable, tangible
Filling the void of the emptiness
Left behind by the previous night's portend
The future had been rent
Torn asunder in one stunning stroke
All the Tomorrows To Be had been shattered
And this new day was the first casualty
in a long line to come
All that was, and is, and is to be
Slowly swirled into a surreal cacophony
Of memories jaded
And hopes made destitute
And the words from
The night previous
Echoed even still
In its violent reverberation
A movement--
A slow deliberate shifting
And its accompanying sound
Reluctantly responds to the dimming day
The first breath is heavy
A prolonged reluctant sigh
Laboring against the eternities
That lay before it
A slight moan slipping out
As the night's events
Unfold in the mind
And replay again and again and yet again
Repeating without ceasing
The mundane trappings around
The walls, the furnishings, the decorations,
Even the slight imperfections scattered about
They are intimately familiar
But its context is strange
In the absence
That it betrays:
The profound silence
Of one less breath;
One less stirring;
One less presence;
And what remains
In the stillness of the morning
Is a soul set utterly adrift
Alone and rudderless
And all the potential Forevers
Reverberate with this same resonance
Of shattered silence
In the still of the morning hour
And so my first day of despair begins…
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Oh WOW! This is so rich, a vivid tapestry of words. You pull on so many different feelings for each description, I love it! Great job-especially the last line, it adds a great twist. ^_^
