I awoke to a sunrise today;
A radiant sepulchre
For everything good and gone
Framed within my window.
Nature's alarm is what rose me,
The birds warbling in the wood,
The clear sky alight with joy
That the light is here again for a while!
And I am happy too for I am not home.
Home is where I draw my blinds
To the rousing light outside
And I rise when the machine bids.
My eyes tire with effort to stay open
But I have no qualms with this.
My body tires still for the night...for sleep.
But my body does not speak for my eyes.
I think I'd rather keep them open now.
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Not From Chicago.
PoetryThis is a collection of my best poetry in my opinion! I hope you enjoy, whoever may paint their eyes over the letters and words I've arranged! PS-This book includes poems from "A World In Words" by yours truly. Go check out the other book, if you li...
