Early morning changes my colour,
Weakens my magnet for you to escape into sleep
I asked the girl in the corridor if she was a
Morning bird, she smiled then floated into the
Resist the temptation to yell
as this expression gets under my skin;
I shudder and my soul is disturbed.
I stood amid destruction;
water trickled through corridors and pores emulating tears.
At Least Tommorrow
At least tomorrow I can sleep,
ignore the rapid fury of open eyes rasping my presence.
I can't yet hear the grind of the factory
I have just woken and my heart is racing
My heart is a racing fuse
Today I begin life as someone else