Each day begins with a lie: there is hope.

Sunlight deceives; things as they really stand

Are dark. In the night, one can see first hand

The beauty of the blade, the pills, the rope.

 

Yet dawn feels like a fresh page – offers scope

For change. Kept intact by glue made of sand,

A poisonous illusion to withstand

Shattering reality – just - I grope

 

For impossible new beginnings, joy

In my heart. Bleugh. God’s love would surely cloy

 

If it were real. Look - the rich get fatter,

Brothel, sweat shop, war flourish. No matter.

 

The truth is not here, only survival;

The comfort of lies, the greater evil.