I like it when the day dawns, not when daylight looms ahead <br />And I am subjugated to the twisting of the hours <br />Each tearing at the space beneath my heart <br />Which sinks at every bell at every nod <br />Into the void within my sacred place <br />That is not open to another hand <br />Another's offering <br />Another's gift <br />But longs <br />For day <br />To end <br />Ache <br />I.<br /><br />Linda Hepner<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/day-ache/
