Morning MAG

By Unknown, Unknown, Unknown

   I shake free

the clinging cobwebs

of formless dreams

and force open

my sleep-drenched eyes

as I slap

the insistent

beeping alarm.

blinding lamp

burns away

my mind's morning mist.

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Ampersand GOLD said...
on Jan. 24 2011 at 5:29 pm
Ampersand GOLD, Mount Desert, Maine
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Favorite Quote:
"RedVines! What the hell can't they do?"

I love this poem! It is how I feel every single morning.


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