Morning

In the same old spot, a similar position,
Work piled up, not without warning.

Extending the day, pushing back bedtime,
More to do, can't wait until morning.

Day into night, night back into day,
My sense of today slips away.

Bleary eyed, fueled by caffeine,
The solitude of night is sadly serene.

The sky was red, black, and now it is grey,
I've completed my tasks, all is okay.

But
I never said goodbye to yesterday,
It is gone forever
And now I'm in mourning.