There Was No Morning

There was no Morning. 

The day well passed into the night,

And it does always for her. 

So long as the night looms around,

She is safe upon her own hands. 

Curling upto the side, an endless array of cobwebs

Of Life, detangles one by one. 

While the callous crows ravage the sky and go in circles, 

Above her head to disarray her thoughts,

She plunges herself into the waves,

That comes upon her and leaves at its hand.