The Next Morning

My grief is interrupted by the morning sun.

last night’s storm rained hell on my life

then left me to drown.

The water popped at the window

and collected on my pillow.

Lulled to sleep afloat my sea of tears,

How dare the sun impose on my sadness?

How dare the world continue to spin as I lay still

On the seabed

Cradled in my own arms