Morning Is Broken (Poetry)

Morning has come with
a raw blinding light
uncompromising
it turfs out shadows
exorcises night

It won’t let me lie
drowsing half in grey
but prods under lids
strips my bed of dreams
makes me face the day

So I’m torn from sleep’s
wrap of monster arms
refuge ripped to shreds
chill slips shivers in
nothing soothes or calms

Sun’s sharp glassy shards
slash my crouching room
keen with punishment
find the tired clock
rasping out its tune

Morning brings no joy
breaking in with pain
knife-twist reminder
there is no escape
just more of the same