Those Were the Mornings

A dark poem

Photo by Krish Krish on Unsplash

Those were the mornings,

Which the lantern of the universe gave up on its instinct,

Those were the mornings,

Hope gave up on its familiar tune.

A slashing chant inside my desperate soul,

Haunts me in my sleep, shadows me in the mornings,

A bell for those who are in agony,

Salvation for thee.