Dawn

I wake. I wake. I wake what I have kept silent and asleep. I look out. A beautiful shade. Red. Pink. Orange. Colours that decorate the skies. I open the window. And look out. What if I had jumped? No. I'm too cowardly to jump. I head back to my bed. Sit. And I do comply. I sit and ponder. Thoughts fly through my head. But my head is empty. There is nothing. Yet, there is everything. Sleep. It is a longing. Or a curse. Breath. But I can't.