Morning And Night

Morning is something everyone loves.

A time where people share hugs.

A time where the first cup of coffee is brewed.

It is when the sun greets us too.

But in the morning I’m trapped in my mind.

I lay there with disregard to time.

I know I have things to do.

Like breakfast, routine, and school.

The morning slowly goes on,

Stressful classes go on.

Nobody cares to ask me how I am.

So they just spread on some jam.

Nighttime is calm and quiet;

At night, there are no class riots.

At night the crickets lull you to sleep.

But for me, my thoughts are plunging into the deep.

But one thing is common in the morning and night.

It’s not that the moon or sun shines bright.

It’s more about me, selfish, right?

At night and in the morning, I’m trapped in my mind.

Author's Note

Constructive criticism is welcome. No hate.