Responsibility
I do not want to get up
The soft surface of my bed feels fantastic,
But the bellows of those around me wake me up,
To the sound of chirping and early morning
As I get pulled out of bed by some sort of responsibility,
Which is something I’ve never felt before.
Copyright © Ali Ahmed | Year Posted 2022
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