Writing club week 4: Hello Darkness my old friend
- The buzz of my alarm,
- The cry of a new day.
- Warm feet on a frozen floor,
- Sleepily treading a familiar path.
- Rush of hot water, smell of soap,
- Wash away the sleep, wash away the dreams.
- The too bright lights, the too loud sounds,
- Straining against my poorly built mental armor.
- Eggs, pan, sizzle,
- Fuel for the machine
- Whirr, whistle, wait,
- First sip of morning elixir
- “Ahhhh”,
- Hello darkness, my old friend.