Darkness in the morning
Wake-up!
Wake-up!
Wake-up!
That noise!
The worst noise in the world
For me it’s a mix between an alarm clock and MY MOM.
I hate the morning
Its so dark and cold
I’ve just had a beautiful dream when
I’m shoved out of it!
And all I can here is noise, noise, noise
Worse I have to get out of my warm cozy bed
And get ready for SCHOOL
Its terrible
Terrible.
-corey
Matty Lau said,
November 1, 2005 @ 7:45 pm
This poem really captured my sense of what it is like to be yanked out of my dreams and unwillingly dragged out of bed.
Administrator said,
November 13, 2005 @ 4:32 pm
I’m looking for focus, details, and a personal voice in poems.
Your poem is focused on a general feeling of hatred for waking up.
Your poem has some details.
Your poem has voice and I get a clear idea of your dislike for waking up early.