waiting for the dawn

waiting for the dawn

I’m looking towards the sunrise,
while everything is dark.
and reaching out a hand,
as if to find some spark.

feeling only shadows,
and finding nothing there,
a loss so very deep,
to feel it everywhere.

knowing you’re alone,
only hurts a bit at first.
eventually accepted,
as a never ending thirst.

maybe we still matter,
or maybe just a pawn.
the difference matters little,
while waiting for the dawn.