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Mornings

February 11, 2013
By IsabelleSeiler BRONZE, Blue Bell, Pennsylvania
IsabelleSeiler BRONZE, Blue Bell, Pennsylvania
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Eight sixteen,
alarm is ringing
Repetitive, high pitch
the noise
is stinging.

Eyes heavy
and shut;
Brain still asleep.
Sensitive to noise.
Don't make a peep.

Like a slave to the morning
my feet drag me out of bed...
Drink some tea
sleepy head.


The author's comments:
This poem explains the daily struggle to get myself out of bed.

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