Dawn tinges the black sky,
A glow beyond the dark of night.
Impossible shades of gray, then silver turning to gold.
Beauty only God can provide, trying to light the sadness of my empty soul.
TV blaring trying to fill the soundless space within.
I am tired, exhausted..yet I am running.
The trees down the avenue cannot be counted.
The once harmonious tunes of the humming birds cannot be heard.
I am running too fast.
Yet I have to keep running.
Focused on the beauty of a day's decays.
Sleep is the last thing on my mind, rest is in backyard of my head.