Awoken Poem by anais vionet

Awoken



Arrghhh!
Damn phone alarm.
I gulp haste.
I open my school app - like an eyelid.
Invade my sanctuary, virtual tyranny.
Where's my focus? !
*looking around for my coffee cup*
I feel like a bobble-head.

Tuesday, January 12, 2021
Topic(s) of this poem: morning,rushing,school,teen
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