Usual but Not My Type of Morning

A Poem by da_great

Who else has a destroyed type of their morning?

Deep in the darkness
Images of pleasure events
That sure will never happen
Occurs and there's the hope
Of never awakening.

But the usual "Rooster" sound
And vibration that keeps buzzing around
Kills the moments I yearned for
At fault is my phone's noisy jingle
That I had set before.

The morning breeze is as usual
That touches my skin oh so natural
And the innocent birds' morning concert
Accompanying the lingering white smoke
Of a cup of coffee with my easing slurp.

At the first glimpse of rays from the sun
A sign of a new hope for everyone
As usual radios of the neighborhood
Disturbed the lingering reminiscence
My own usual morning they never understood.

This may be now everyone's routine
Listening news on their quarantine
Prying on the pandemic that caused panic
And made their usual morning household
Preparing for their prevention techniques.

And as I stretched out my body
Seems my every morning hobby
And yawned like engulfing all the air
But then I panicked and realized
Afraid of the virus might be somewhere.