waking up is a struggle.
alarm noises sound.
morning cold makes my bones toll
like church bells on sunday.
my bedsheets weigh.
miles seem to amount
between my bed and nightstand.
my body supplants me.
alarm gets snoozed
by someone.
i promised myself i would wake up
the night before.
promises i can't carry on.
strong as the weakest.
as confident as insecure.
suffering in my inabilities.
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Author:
Rafael (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: May 22nd, 2022 21:57
- Category: Sad
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Comments3
Good write de.
HELLO!!! Hear me shouting? That woke you up?! lol (Me being daft!).
been waking up without alarms
for decades now..
after a while, your insercurities
become your alarm
and you awake, startled
because, you realise
its all starting again, 24hrs
of a rollercoaster life..
but like Keats, said
'Life, must be undergone..'
(I laud the honesty of your words
a read, I shall remember for a while
thanks for sharing..
stay strong! I wish you peace)
Thank you kind stranger, I hope my internal alarm clock becomes adjusted and I can do the same some day
An excellent read! Miss the church bells, haven't heard them or leaved anywhere near them for years and years. Some days can be really slow in starting that way.
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