The Morning

Surrender to the morning
For it has a savage bite
Grips me in tight mouth
Hours sink into my legs
Shaking me awake
It growls in my ears
A series of alarms
And I want to hide from them all
The morning, a spoiled child
Jumping on my bed
Rattling the frame
Slamming the cabinets
Until chores and tasks fall out
Clattering and howling around me
Until I throw up my flag
And wake up

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