You go to bed feeling calm,
A nights rest is in sight
But there's no morning alarm
So you arise with a fright.
The mornings a panic,
Only ten minutes to go
You're running around
but your minds going slow.
You bolt out the door
Your hairs all askew
Phone updates the flaw,
I think we should sue...
YOU ARE READING
A poem per day
PoésieA place for poems. One year. 365 poems. A challenge, a journey - a quest to be a better writer.
