early mornings

poem about winter in hobart

when I hear that alarm go off

stabbing and slashing through my dreamy peace

Oh man, it's so rough

I should've gone to bed earlier

now I'm shivering shirtless 

feet'll feel numb on the heartless floorboards

I might cry if they cut my shower short

or give up on the day and climb back to bed

If I can make it to the next coffee 

or steal the twenty minutes to close my eyes

Don't worry 'bout me, that's all need

I'm trying to work but the time just flies 

At the end of the day, I'll curl my legs up

and get back into bed

tell myself I'll do better tomorrow

Breath out and shut my lids

To get ready to do it all over

and forget about the early morning waiting for me 

Author's Note

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