She is
An alarm clock
Going off
At almost regular intervals
Bursts of rage
And uncontrolled emotion
Blaring
From somewhere deep inside her
Set off
By something as insignificant
As the passing of a minute.
Very few people
Can find the snooze button
In the groggy darkness
Of early morning
And if they do
She is silenced for a bit
And sweet, sweet dreams
Return
If only for a short while
Until the time comes
For her to rip you from your slumber
Again.
Again.
Again.
Apr 10, 2012
Apr 10, 2012 at 11:13 PM UTC
She is
An alarm clock
Going off
At almost regular intervals
Bursts of rage
And uncontrolled emotion
Blaring
From somewhere deep inside her
Set off
By something as insignificant
As the passing of a minute.
Very few people
Can find the snooze button
In the groggy darkness
Of early morning
And if they do
She is silenced for a bit
And sweet, sweet dreams
Return
If only for a short while
Until the time comes
For her to rip you from your slumber
Again.
Again.
Again.
