Sickness

Seven times in the morning I greet the sun
Streaming in thru the cracks between the curtains
Snooze button, snooze button, snooze button again
It's nearly 8:30 when I pull myself up

Six times downstairs I check the pot
Which won't even bubble when I glance its way
Hiss, hiss, whistle, steam
Why bother with a kettle when it's only for one?

Five times in the car I nearly cry
on the thirty minute drive from my home
Sniffle, sigh, honk, swerve
Maybe I'm to much on automatic

Four times in the lot I want to give up
I say I'm to old for all of this pain
Step forward, backward, forward again
The truth is I am to young

Three times in the lobby I look at my watch
I wonder if they can tell I don't want to be here
Tick, Tock, Tick, Tock
I sign my name with a pen made of bricks

Two times at your room I knock at the door
And my tired bones echo more then the wood
Knock, Knock, Click, Creak
There's no turning back now

One time a day I see your face
And can hardly believe that it really is you
Why, am, I , here
If your glassy eyes look right through mine?





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Powd3er said...
Jan. 19, 2010 at 2:27 pm
This poem has great flow and insight.
I really enjoyed it.
Lovely poem darling =]
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justkasey This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Jan. 18, 2010 at 11:08 pm
This is fantastic. Very clever the way you go from 7 to 1. Keep writing!!
 
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