The New Dawn Fades Poem by DM W

The new dawn fades before it can offer,
Any hint of hope or sign of promise.
We still trudge along the treadmill of life.
We're chained to work and prescribed leisure.
While the homeless stammer, cough and stagger
From one doorway to the next; such is life.
The light‘s buried under cold steel structures.
We all know deep down in our weary bones;
That there will be no road to paradise:
Just prolonged treks of meaningless miles.
I select fragments of art & poetry
From modernity's vast landfills and ruins.
Times are dark, but I can still appreciate
The inherent beauty of hymns or flowers.
The new dawn fades before it can offer,
Any hint of hope or sign of promise.