Wee Hours

I wake

In the wee hours

Of a dark, cold morning

My mind full

Of many wanton ways

Of callous, uncaring people

This day unbegun

My life over half done

Memories all mixed with dreams

Roads untaken

All the ways mistaken

Many momentary things unbegun

Dreams unborn

Leftover lives yet undone

My Fate awakens to a dark silence

In the night

Overtaken by living death

My destiny a hollow, empty sound

My mind

Wandering in darkness

About a vast, dreamless world