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Wake Up Call
0 Reviews"My alarm pushes me into /the briar patch of consciousness..." I think this poem as a whole is kind of... bleh, but I like some of the imagery. Warning: Two swear word at the end.
My alarm pushes me into
the briar patch of consciousness as
the warmth of both sleep and blankets
deserts me. I kill the noise
with my brain tucked snugly in bed
the husk goes on auto-pilot
sleep calls out continuously
temptation is an empty bed
incoherence crashes against
my skull, sensations are filtered
through heavy glass, distorting life
Damning early morning to hell
the briar patch of consciousness as
the warmth of both sleep and blankets
deserts me. I kill the noise
with my brain tucked snugly in bed
the husk goes on auto-pilot
sleep calls out continuously
temptation is an empty bed
incoherence crashes against
my skull, sensations are filtered
through heavy glass, distorting life
Damning early morning to hell
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