The Morning After

Some nights,
Before you catch your breath,
And go to sleep,
You remember all that is broken,
All that is ruined,
Torn, and gone.

When the moon fades,
And the stars go into hiding,
So does the sadness,
So does the emptiness,
So does the loneliness.

The morning after,
When a new sun breaks.
New beginnings,
New days come.

And suddenly,
It isn’t so bad anymore.

โ€” J.M. (2017)


Author: Bryan Yap

Food enthusiast, amateur photographer & aspiring revolutionary

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