Early Morning

I was awake this late hour
Only to feel another’s silence surrounding me
And I bruised my hand against the wind
Trying to hold it within me
The dreariness of a sigh,
now marks my grasp
As the prodigal wind, continues to bruise me
Indifferent to embrace, We both move on
For the sunrise we both crave for
Is merely moments away
And maybe that will engender
within us, some fellow feeling



Well, not one of my better works in poetry.
But passable i guess.