Poetplayhouse

Wake up and smell the coffee

November 15, 2010

My eyes fell asleep as I looked down

Lids drooping in a lazy bound

My ears seemed to wither

As  each word crawled its way in and out

 

My breath grew heavier by the minute

As I waited for the clock to run as fast as a snail

My cheeks involuntarily drooped

As my bright smile slowly turned into a frown

 

My brows reached for the skies

Desperately fighting off a seemingly inevitable prying

My brain is in a state of shock

It froze and unable to react, what will awaken my dying conscious?

Coffee sounds good, see you at 8 o’clock…

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