every damn morning

a poem about how happy love can make you feel and how empty you could be without it

the alarm clock beside my bed goes off

the ringing rattles its way into my ears

my bed shakes at it's vibrations

and I, a bear, out of my dark comfy cavern of a blanket

 

at these times, an average person would groan

moan

toss

and turn

grabbing

and smashing the God awful contraption

detesting its obnoxiously loud and looped sirens

every damn morning

 

I, on the other hand, like to graze its tangible figure,

loving and liking that it is there to wake me up

my finger taps lightly on the button

the rays of the sun inches its way in my eyes

yet I accept it with all the morning glories

and bad breath wind whooshing in my mouth

 

that day, I flirted with everything in my house

staring dreamily at the very very hot coffee mug

biting my lips to the mesmerizing ticking of the clock

swooning and leaning against the wall

laughing with its dead silent stillness

 

thereafter, I skipped to school

ignoring the rocks because my feet was always in the air

my wayward heart confusing every fall

as a step closer to You

 

but when I pulled my chair next to yours,

turned my head to you

your chair never lacked as much spirit

your soft and slender voice of sarcasm as morning greetings

wasn't in the pattern of the classroom noises

 

the broken lines that traced your outline started blinking at me

showing off its ability like a never ending traffic light

it was obnoxious

then i groaned, and then i moaned

 

i sat quietly in my chair

with invisible You as company

then i cursed the morning sun

for it has betrayed me

i cursed the invention of the alarm clock

i begun to wish mornings did not exist as much as the night before

and the morning prior

 

everything before i sat down was a lie

like walking on a good poem and seeing a typo,

wearing your favorite shoes, only to find out the other was missing

traveling miles and miles for a water park that just closed

me believing you would be here

right beside me

every damn morning

 

Author's Note

um... this is my first post here so I don't expect much
most of the lowercase is intended
but I just wanna ask whether it's a good poem or not.
you rate it if you want.
I'm not expecting much though lmao

Reviews

[Kate Z.]

You express the frustration of life. We dream, we hope, we begin to recognize the lies, and we fall into despair. Don't worry about imperfections, just keep writing.

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Words flowing make creation. Make impacts . And this poem is darkly beautiful.

[Acy Fitz]

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