Early Morning Rise
Early morning
rise to the icy window gleam
my head is a jackhammer
that is forcing me to scream
I stand in shorts
watching my breath rise to ceiling
there I stand on jelly stilts
no words describe my feeling
I down the stairs
and yawn myself fully awake
I am an autumnal leaf
brittle and cold, ready to break.
Copyright © Darren Knight | Year Posted 2015
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