At 9am Poem by Job Laz

At 9am

Came a sharp pain
Cutting through my spine
A twitch with a rhythm
Bouncing in the notes of the chirping birds

To my foot edge
I rolled
My heavy thumps falling in meters
And metric-tons

It is well
I repeated to my unbelieving heart
That stood with a grin
With a hopeless like sigh

My eyes turned over
Like a violent sea wave
My shoulder fell low
And my dreams phased off in trinket of time

Tick tock… flat line