Lying on the floor
Too exhausted to move
My tears have all escaped
The carpet just barely dry
The room is getting brighter
As seeping through the blinds
The first rays of morning
Make their way into my world
Stretching forth across the floor
Reminding me how
No matter the darkness of the night
Daylight always comes
Good one. No matter the problem/crisis we have hope. Your last two lines make your poem.
Oliver