Everyday is a habit.
I wake again to the sunshine with
Squinted eyes, and I feel the need to ignore
Being hungry or tired or depressed.
I ignore the want to make the bed
Or clean my room,
Or be an active person in society.
I wake up,
I bite my nails,
And while I do, I think of all the things
They warn us from thinking.
And I chew my nails to bits
Before putting my feet to the floor
And walking out into the kitchen
To say good morning again.
YOU ARE READING
The Beginning To The End
PoetryI've never been a poet, that much is certain, but I can tell you that it does get written. A lot. These are the collections of my poetry I've written, and some of them hit hard for me.
