Poetry ( sort of )

My Mornings

Some days

I wake up

With the sun on my face

So radiant

That it brightens my day

And I make my bed

While whistling a tune

 

Other days

I wake up

With a dark cloud over my head

So dark

That it glooms my day

And I pull back my blanket

And go back

To the safety of sleep

 

Today I woke up

And there was no sun

No dark cloud

Just a note

That said

“Get your shit together”

So I got up

Walked to the toilet

Shat

And crawled back

To the safety of sleep

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