Wake up in the morning to a groggy sloppy, alarm
Bleeping with a repetition of blaring horns
Eyes crusty, with the attack of the sandman
Bright lights cracking through the dusty windows
Blaring into my eyes, pain-
Ful of joy to start the day
New, given by God
A gift, the present, We say that we are
Thankful for the things we have yet
Regretting these simply, hard times
Time, do not have a lot, but
Want it to pass, looking forward to a day,
But never back, remembering the happy and the pain,
Never the normal days, when it was just
Okay.
The normal, never different,
Un-deifying , good or bad
To early to think about, with all the
Lag
I really love the overall theme or message of your poem. It's really good. I love how you described how you feel and what you hear when you first awaken as well as the many thoughts that run through your head.
ReplyDeleteso #sweg. I don't know why, but this made me think of a Macklemore song.
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