To Wake Up EarlyA Poem by HermitJust a few thoughts about how I feel about early mornings.No alarms, no light but your awake. Staring at the ceiling of your bedroom you cling to your dream hoping for more. Your dreams now fading from memory as you prepare yourself to rise. Desperately trying to hold onto your dreams, you start your day. The sun is late you think, Maybe your just too early. Routine kicks in so you stop caring so much. Automated processes rule your morning now. You accepted it years ago. Now your coffee is impeccable, everyone at the office thinks so. The sun finally makes its debut for the day. You greet it on your way to work, savouring the peace before cramming yourself into the overpopulated world of business. The day goes on, you start to miss the morning. The morning that offered you peace and tranquility but you couldn't appreciate it. Now you beg for it but only when it's too late.
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StatsAuthorHermitUnited KingdomAboutI enjoy writing pieces of writing in my free time. I'm a novice writer so I'd appreciate any feedback. more..Writing
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