Early morning light shines
Into weary bloodshot eyes
Brilliant, arrogant, taunting

The series of restless tossing
Before the constant turning
Of body and scattered mind

A sharp kick to tender ribs
To get up and face the day
Despite remnants of fear

And the cheerful chirping
Just outside of the window
Plays with last frayed nerves

06/16/2013

Posted on 09/15/2013
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