Morning Broken


Sunlight not yet gracing my window

Alarms ignorantly signal time

Cool morning air uninviting

Hot rushing water failing to relax

Evoking only hurried expectations

Tardiness inevitably awaits

Neither coffee or muffin uplifts

My mind inconsolably spent

Though familiarity forces smiles

Waking ever suppressed cheer

Cursed mornings too early come

Peace now broken

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About The Lost Poet

I write because I find inspiration. It is my hope that through my writing some connections may be felt. Everything I write comes from my experiences with life, and with the people that I love. I try to remember to see myself in everyone, and everyone in myself.
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