Bitter Dawn

Grey clouds form right above the horizon,
With the silhouette of mountains right below;
A little color of orange from the east,
While the cold wind blew gently against my face.

The blue sky slowly showing itself,
Amidst all the grey from the night before,
Seemingly forgetting the bitter past,
And facing a new day at last.

Although it makes me sad,
To think of starting a new day again,
While everyone is sound asleep,
While I try to forget the bitter past,
And fail miserably.

Regret fills my heart,
As the day begins to start,
They say that nothing is as bitter as our past,
But to me, regrets always lasts.