|'Break of Dawn' by Ian MacDonald|
Thunderstorms duelled in my mind.
A fiery clash of titanic proportions.
The lights blinding and horrifying.
The anguish unbearable as my eyes well.
Intolerable, as it gets dark.
As the shadows of the day take over.
And the lights from behind my eyes disappear.
The silence worse than the hurricane.
As bad as the screeching chalk on a board.
Like nails being drawn across a floor.
The marks etched upon my skin.
The scars to live there forevermore.
The gasps of breath I draw to ease
The blood to relinquish some fear.
The pain to relieve me of myself.
I sleep and close my eyes.
The curtains fall down.
And the dried blood to be washed away.
The pain withstood to be forgotten.
Bereft of cloth, at God's own mercy, I sway.
The break of dawn is upon me.
The time when the darkness is past.
As the melodies hold me to their tunes.
I walk under the eaves of golden green trees.
I could not have been happier.
As ecstasy quenches my thirst.
I live for these rays of the brightest sun that I love.
I could die just as easily for this dawn that I cherish.