these mornings

These Mornings.
______________

I equate the Days
with Chaotic
Moments that
do little more
than suffocate
My sense of
Reasoning..
as I'm trapped
like a prisoner
in his cage,
lamenting
an Identity
Lost...
(or replaced
by A Dark
Mechanical
Being.)

Tomorrow?..
oh..why that
was yesterday!
A Head game
Life plays so
that every
Moment
seems The
Same!

In Truth
There is
Nothing
but this
Morning!
(and when
I blink it
fades away.)

j.stephen.h.