perspective

...

no sleep for days

no rest to be

no days for sleep

no rest for me

awoken.

no alarm,

sun in my eyes and burns my arm,

birds tweeting, a cacophony of lows and highs;

outside,

a never ending melody,

kids yelling, banging, tenaciously.

bursts of wind, rustle the leaves;

limbs from nearby trees,

windows,

constantly ding.

with a burning headache,

i'm broken.

my hope, is gone

great sleep for days

well rested as can be

great days of sleep

well needed rest for me

awake.

no alarm,

sun greet my eyes and warms my arm,

birds singing, a tune of lows and highs;

outside,

a harmonious melody,

kids laughing, playing, enthusiastically.

breezes of wind, flutter the leaves;

branches from backyard trees,

windows,

rhythmically ping.

with a schedule open,

i'll make

this day, my own

...

Author's Note

i wanted to play with an idea i got to paint the same scene from two perspective, the only difference being your internal state of being. what do you think?

Reviews

[Renata]

I enjoyed the contrasting parts here. The first reminds me of a week work day and the latter a weekend.
You did a good job differentiating between the two and displaying each day with an emphasis on the audial.