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

2 Comments »

  1. 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.

  2. 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.

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