What Time Is It

What time is it?

I woke up again at 6 o - clock this evening 
To find myself yet again staring at the ceiling

With one arm on the shelf, I needed to wake up myself

Oh no not again, I missed the daylight feeling

So once again I just carried on staring at the ceiling

DAMO
Copyright © | Year Posted 2018

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November 9, 2018 at 3:27 AM
I would call this free verse; it brings daylight savings time madness into my mind immediately.
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