Morning rays creep through curtains
to disturb the slumber that I seek
bright & early, surely certain
to start off ruined for the week.
Yawn & stretch, then wipe my eyes
of the sleep that crusts the lids
check the time with a blurry sigh
today’s another day to live.
Start off slow with little function
in need of a smoke & some caffeine
Camel plus coffee's consumption
eases the vices that I fiend.
The chill outside engulfs me
and lets me see my breath
if I could know what the wind can see
I'd win this battle over death.
I'd curse every glint of morning sun
and let him know he's met his maker
it's a future tense, but I have won
the "givers" met the "taker."
Dec 13, 2010
Dec 13, 2010 at 4:45 PM UTC
Morning rays creep through curtains
to disturb the slumber that I seek
bright & early, surely certain
to start off ruined for the week.
Yawn & stretch, then wipe my eyes
of the sleep that crusts the lids
check the time with a blurry sigh
today’s another day to live.
Start off slow with little function
in need of a smoke & some caffeine
Camel plus coffee's consumption
eases the vices that I fiend.
The chill outside engulfs me
and lets me see my breath
if I could know what the wind can see
I'd win this battle over death.
I'd curse every glint of morning sun
and let him know he's met his maker
it's a future tense, but I have won
the "givers" met the "taker."
written November 30th 2010- From Through Our Hands We Speak From The Heart