infernal refrain

five-thirty AM
and i haven’t a friend

just the cruel crux
of dawn creeping onward

the sun has its way
ever to my dismay

for what dreams have been left
at the altar

with all its demands
comes the day
to spent hands

and my soul cannot fathom
to muster

any semblance of self
through this pittance of health

in a world
overwhelming with bluster

if given the choice
i would find my rejoice
in the arms of the darkness eternal

alas, it remains
this infernal refrain
in the backdrop façade
of life vernal

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