New Mommy Blues

Dewdrops enveloped by sun
Dance like lightening bugs
It's morning...

But I'm done
Spent
Depleted

Tired at the beginning of now
Exhausted by all things "new"
Ready for the end of the day

Dawn creeps...again
Like little boys and friendly girls
In heat

Heavy lids can't conceal weary eyes
That wildly roll--fade to black
On the inside of the dome

It's not ecstasy, still deprevation
Feels euphoric

When stuck on sleepless
Everything runs together
Time seamlessly passes

Afternoons come and evenings go
All I remember though, are birds chirping
Light forever peeping through my window

As the world lays at rest
I am tortured--tormented by the day

It's always morning...
I'm always mourning...

Worn by the start
that no longer seems to stop