Not a Morning Person

As I open my eyes
Bits of sunrise cling to the sky

Never awake this early
My head aches as it adjusts to this new time
Called morning

Pieces of yesterday stuck in my hair
The rest of the pieces have all run away with the sun

Consumed by the silence of 7AM
I go to turn on some music
Then I change my mind, might wake the others

Change out of my PJs
And into today





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Powd3er said...
Feb. 17, 2010 at 2:44 pm
This poem has great flow and insight.
I really enjoyed it.
Lovely poem darling =]
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