dawn.

the sun is setting on this phase,
breaking down elements;
turning light to utter darkness.
the sun is setting on this place,
breaking down barriers made
in the past to conceal all of the shame.

as the moon makes its home in the sky:
thoughts spin out of control,
the most prominent of them is a question-
that question, like most, begins with 'why'.
why do things feel so wrong?
nevermind, ignore the signs,
let life pass by.
why can't i shape up?
a question to be answered
by the reflection of a mirror.

the sun is setting,
the shadows are consuming everything-
and where will you go
to escape the inevitable dawn?