Hating The Morn Poem by Cory Calder

Mornings I hate,

Especially when I first awaken.

Always in a tired state,

And feeling forsaken.

An annoyingly bright light,

And rustling sounds.

I have dimmed sight,

While my head pounds.

Refusing to get out,

Of my warm comfy bed.

Then a loud shout,

Rings in my head.

I’m drowsy for a while,

But work hard all day.

I never get to smile,

For I’m lonely in every way.

Which is why I write,

These depressing rhymes.

Either at night,

Or at other times.

Then I lie down,

With tired, sore parts.

Lying with a frown,

For tomorrow it restarts.