Alarm Poem by Christian Arebrand

Alarm



I wake up from sleep
For a sudden annoying beep

There aint enough room for being tired
No optimism to untie a blanket warmly wired

Had it been one to share it with
Would I ever get up or just that alarm hit

However I embrace the moment
It’s like a time of decisional torment

Choose the future of a living
As the best of both to be giving

It’s the time of doing whatever that matters
You can’t have one another thing that shatters

Yeah, it’s time to wake up for real
No matter how awkwardly tired you feel

It’s nothing but a good idea to set alarm
Our clock ticks with its own charm

Monday, April 27, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: awakening
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