disturbed

i wake to an empty street
with grime and dirt and empty carts
i open my eyes and look within
the crusts of tears, of mornings past

the darkness fights it’s impending doom
and the sun struggles to find it’s place
the rain comes in thundering sheets
and lightening across the sky does trace

as the lights of heaven streak
in neon blues and sparkling whites
i think about the sound of peace
and what heaven must be like

i wake up to the sound of storm
a graceful morn, a graceless place
and the morning seems so far away
like a distant shore, a nameless face