I try
I try to get up
But why?
I am too comfortable
The alarm clock screams that awful noise at me
I can ignore it…
I have to take a test today
I can re-take it…
What about practice?
What if I miss something important?
I’m concerned, and yet, my pillow grows softer
Seconds turn to minutes
All my “what ifs” don’t stop my eyelids from growing heavy
My mother’s voice shouts “get up you're going to be late! ”
Mom, I feel sick…
My eyes again close, and I’m back asleep…
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Been there, done that... many times over! It's a script everyone has followed during high school, I'm sure lol Lee