I remember those days
when waking up was a luxury
and not a horror story
like waking up to 'start another day'
and not
waking up to 'face reality'
when the first thing I heard
was the alarm beeping
cutting through the harmonious
silence of dawn
and not the sound of
glass breaking,
shrapnel flying,
alarms ringing
no,
not the alarm clock set at 7:00
more like
the alarm at every doorstep,
the alarm at every radio station,
the alarm at every face,
the alarm at every-
Everywhere.
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A/N: So this poem can be interpreted in various ways, so feel free to discuss what it might mean in the comments. I'll be replying to possible theories and sharing what I wrote about in there, so what are you waiting for?!
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