A stillness in the morning;
Before the rampage of tweets;
Before the awakening of life;
Before the starting of cars.
Awake, I lay in my bed;
From the sleepless night before;
From the darkness that never consumed me;
From the mind too busy for slumber.
I see the light appear;
Something of a new day?
Something of a sign?
Something of a mockery?
The heart within me, beaten;
Too many dead days;
Too many idle glances;
Too many times of turbulence.
Ruffles of a new day start;
The birds in song;
The people, awakened;
The pollution beginning.
Still I lay in silence;
Far from love and lust;
Far from redemption and retribution;
Far from life itself.
Alone for solitary moments;
So known is rejection;
So volatile is continuing;
So painful is each day.
Rapping at my door, a new day;
“Today will be better;
Today I will smile;
Today I will forget.”
The lies I tell myself;
For comfort;
For good;
For continuation.
The grey uniform encloses me;
It does not suffocate me;
It will not kill me;
It does not define me.
But I feel tight-chested;
Because my thoughts are smothering;
Because my heart is nervous;
Because my yearning is hungry.
On this Friday, like any other;
I will lie again;
I will fake smiles again;
I will die a little more… again.
WOW!! I love this!! A “grey uniform,”
Such a great description for the mundane things of life! I really felt your sincerity and anguish. I absolutely enjoyed the background imagery and sounds! This was very well written! Looking forward to see more of your stuff!
Thanks so much, Misty! I am looking forward to posting more! This has been more of a success than I ever imagined!
Dear Nicholas, you write well, especially for your tender age.
It might be good idea to read it aloud before finishing your poem.
Example: Awake, I lay in my bed; From the sleepless night before;
While it’s easy to understand what you mean by that, it doesn’t make sense grammatically, and the more often you read this sentence, the weirder it gets.
I don’t see the grammar error, I am sorry.