Mornings

Sleep muffles me, it’s like thinking through cotton

The air fills with burning gold, the ruddy sky blooming 

“Why must I do this?” I think as I hit the snooze button

Outside, the sky beckons, all the others are sleeping

 

This poem is about: 
Me

Comments

AK123654

I love the description of thinking through cotton, very relatabe. The description in this

poem is really strong and I can see everything very clearly. The rhymes bug me a little

but they are techincally rhymes. It is simple and I like it.

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