Cynical.

The sun awakes with morning dew
For the rain I wait to fall
Each green shrub and grass blade of beauty
I wait to die, to wilt, to wither
Rose bush flowers before your eyes
Their demise by frost I await

Waves against the shore do crash
Each sand dwelling creature to drown
Its colours of blue and green so breathtaking
For its dirty brown shade to take I wait
Sunset along the skyline
I’m expecting the night to fall

The ill being aided to fight their pain
Anticipation of their death looms
To dance and jump and enjoy once more
Their bones to break my only vision
To retain their youth in all they do
For me, biding time until decrepit

A heart that sings, beats aloud
I yearn for it to stop
For love to experience and produce
Temporarily in residing sadness’ place
Joy and happiness with each heart beat
It will end my friend, don’t get comfortable

To each enjoyment there is
The dark side beneath
This cynic is not cynical
Takes a realist to see it
Its what I am
I am real

Author: Moonsomnia

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