Sunrise

Cold-brew coffee spilled on the sheets

A still-damp stain stubbornly clinging

To where dawn's anguish readily meets

Reluctance of nighttime ever lingering

Sleep possesses a fragile, impervious glory

Its brittle tendrils splinter yet hold fast

Shattered panes of your tired eyes tell a story

Under the unyielding sun you will not last

Mornings with their tacky ethereal glow

Descend upon you like phantoms of your sins

Surely, they must do it just for show

If not, then when you suffer, sunrise grins