night metamorphoses to day, like an insect molting off its death shell.
the air clamors for life, renewed by the glimmers of golden light.
i wait in the dawn, wrapped in the frozen embrace of silence.
i wait in the dawn, surrounded by the screams of muffled dreams.
light crawls in, like silver mists, piercing like shards of ice.
it lingers on my flesh yet offers no warmth nor comfort.
no sight of hope, no sensation of forgiveness,
no emancipation from the curse of sleeplessness.