The chastising tut

of the petulant clock

as I’m waiting

for morning to come

 

I stifle a yawn

in the hours before dawn

as I’m waiting

for morning to come

 

My pillow concrete

as my dreams beat retreat

and I’m waiting

for morning to come

 

Inky, stifling, air

at the ceiling I stare

and I’m waiting

for morning to come

 

I long for the sun

and this night to be done

as I’m waiting

for morning to come

 

© Waiting For Morning to Come 26.04.2015

by Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

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