Mornings I Miss

Sunny mornings,
cheery skies,
These are the mornings I miss.

Surrounded by fire,
and hating eyes,
when coming sleep is bliss.

Singing birds,
sweet berry scent,
these were the mornings,
That were heaven sent.

But as I lie here surrounded by fire,
these are the mornings,
I most desire,

But maybe someday,
I find them again,
after all the pain,
or maybe this really is the end
and of hope I’m drained
- casper