Life Of Another Morning Poem by The Night Wanderer

It's the bird that starts it all
That damn stupid bird
Screaching the morning awake
With its pitiful cries
The alarm is not yet due for another hour
Yet the bird screams on

The burning sun blinds me
With its daggers
As I snap the curtains open
Clothes pulled on are not nearly comfortable
To be pjamas

The ground leaps up at me
While I stagger to the bathroom
The cold water splashed on
Slaps me wide awake
And the ripping sound the hair brush makes
Threatens a head ache
And pulls my eyelids back

'Face it, it's morning'
My breakface smirks
Making me wish I'd never put it together
Out side the school bus rattles and farts past
And I know
Yet again, I will be walking