Morning


And then I wake
and sun rumbles through the room 
like an earthquake 
rumbling into life
the morning sounds cutting through like a knife
a cup of coffee 
to wake me up
my cat's meow ringing in my ear
something I wish she would not make me
hear
my dog playing 
runing around 
listen to the click clack
or her claws on the ground

the morning is here

queenlalaladaisy

VT

15 years old

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  • Separation

    Why does the rain 
    tap on the window
    when you can't feel it?
    Why will it remind you of 
    the dew drops dancing on the grass blades in early spring,
    of August's ocean breeze spraying saltwater in your hair, 

  • Empty

    The person is empty 
    the person with no identity 
    the one with no personality 
    Who doesn't now what yesterday was like or the day before
    Know one seems to know this person anymore 
  • Understanding

    Somewhere in my past
    a sunny snow day haunts me
    the serenity 
    Feels too cliche 
    to enjoy
    I remember the glances out of the window
    on a day that finally feels like spring 
    because winter can be long and dark