Now that it’s almost morning...

Now that it’s almost morning,
Let me remind you that this
Is a stale day, the night hasn’t ended,
The darkness is still raw and real
Your fears and my scars
Are still afresh,
This morning to be,
Is just the clock mocking us
From black to blue,
Moon to sun,
Rum to coffee,
Nothing has changed.

I am not at peace,
The old war, is depreciating our infantry
Our weapons of hope and light
Are almost over, the shield has cracked
Still this lust for the light hasn’t ended
For how long will we fight this darkness?

Are we going to fight it till our end?
Are we at the verge of our end?
Will we lose this disgracefully fought battle?
Will our weapons exhaust before,
We break into pieces or get transformed into ashes?
What’s next?
A darker morning?