What Am I? (2)

I am the end of the story

The beginning of the end

The guilt in the morning

That you can’t comprehend

I am the grayest of dawns

After a harrowing night

The punishment for wrongs

That you did not incite

I am the plate forever empty

The drought of the mind

The head that wavers heavy

Under the freezing draft inside

Trade your sorrows in for sleep

And pray to never wake

To all the demons that repeat

The routine for Hade’s sake

Now the relief of God’s embrace

Is sold for one faint smile

And when you meet me face-to-face

There will be nothing but denial

What am I?

Written by Daniel Santiago