The blaring alarms awaken me
I fight a losing battle with time,
Crushing an inner urge to give in,
To the dejected thoughts within.
Fluid is the fickle weak mind,
Attempting to elude life’s grind.
Resisting harvesting my desolation,
Is my only ray of consolation.
well done
ReplyDeleteThe alarm clock is such a bleak beacon on these winter mornings.
ReplyDeleteNicely expressed.
Cheers!
JzB
Popped in for a-z, but it looks like you're not blogging anymore?
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