5am IssuesA Poem by {K}The way I spend my mornings...
I trudge grudgingly out of bed,
Longing for more sleep, My hair is like a rat nest on my head, But night's peace I cannot keep! The TV remote I stumble for, Blind, for there is no light, And, if I were to turn on one, It would be much too bright. I sit on the couch, longing for dreams, Of flying elephants, or lands of whipped cream. Nothing's on but 5:00 news, And I have no interest in THAT. The only sound is silence, Oh, wait, there's the meow of the beyotch cat. Here comes Mum, groggy as can be, "Kate, what are you doing?" "Well, I'm awake." She looks at me like I'm an idiot, "Well, I see you're not ASLEEP." Why aren't I like any other child!? For extra sleep I yearn, Now I sit and watch TV, Like any other Saturday morn. © 2011 {K}Reviews
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5 Reviews Added on January 9, 2011 Last Updated on January 9, 2011 Author{K}Wonderland, WIAbouti am twelve. i am a time where day and night co-exist. i am loud. i am ADHD. i am a photographer. i am a friend. i am a flame, bright and confident. i am a paris-lover. i am a fashionista. .. more..Writing
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