Early Hours

In the fraudulent electric

Light of the room

Cobwebby shadows lurk

Remnants of night-time gloom

Clinging to rags of dreams

And nightmares of doom

From under the blinds

Steals a brand new day

Translucent light

Timid, weak and grey

Faint promise of new opportunity

Perhaps a happy twist of fate

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