After The Weekend Poem by LeeAnn Azzopardi
After The Weekend
I am blinded by the broken light of dawn
Though the shattered glass of my window
When my eyes came to, the googy feeling of sleep
Continued to beg me to return
But I saw my alarm clock and understood that I over-slept
Dragging my feet onto the floor
The guilt I felt in my mind was holding me in its grip
Realising there's no reason what I did
Other than, I was sleepless for the two nights before
I went to the kitchen for something to eat
And after many cups of coffee befor breakfast
I could function normally
I looked around..... And realised I needed to clean
Excellent representation....... enjoyed.... thanks for sharing....
Brilliant, LeeAnn! And too, too real. I'll be looking around in my garage in just a few minutes.
Beautiful images on how we go through life every single day! Brilliantly expressed as always, LeeAnn!
Brilliantly written! .. sometimes as warm washcloth over the face helps.. And tomorrow you'll wake up to the fresh smell of pine sol... Endless 10'S And Stars! ..+++++++++++++++++++++
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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I think many can relate to a Monday morning like that! .. Excellently expressed! ..