Before the Dawn

Before the dawn,
I sit in darkness.
Drawing on my last cigarette,
Watching wispy smoke fade into gloom.

Dawn approaches,
As the mist of night,
Lingers with her burden,
Under Luna's dim pale moon.

And the remains of my glass,
Whose marriage of whisky and water,
Has now softened,
Like the haze that clouds my tortured mind.

I welcome this stupor,
And the shroud that envelops
As the cycle of churning thoughts,
Slip away, before the dawn.