Morning has Broken

Morning Has Broken
Like an apple twig shattered in the force of a gale.
The sun wakes you up
Nature's mother softly prodding you out of bed.
The sun's Rays streaking through the window remind you of Hope.
A strange hope
Shackled to a chair.
The chair covered in
 your flannel,
Hope is dying
Let It Die.
My shoes lay
Untied
Left with the last grimace of yesterday.