Loathe I Do, The Day

Awake my eyes stay open, thus my heart is dead alone.
It sleeps in anguished coma as I lay awake at home.
The dark offers it’s comfort and its promises it keeps
That I may ache and cry in peace
While all the world asleeps.
And when the sun peeks out
And makes the shadows disappear,
And sleeping flowers all stand up
And smog returns to clear,
My face I take and bury so I cannot see the light,
And cry in burning anger that the sun erased the night.
I sit in throbbing solitude, in quiet misery.
I hate the day because it lendeth light
To see all things.. but not my love to see.