4 September 2012
I'm not the type to rise and shine, I feel the seaside nights are mine, And when the sunshine comes my way, I urge it just to go away.
I am a true insomniac, In every shade of midnight black, And Mr. Dawn, he stalks my back, And always makes the same attack.
He hits me hard, with charts and graphs, Quick, rush a cup, no time for laughs, Wake up at 2, work all day through, Until it's time to start, anew.
There's coursework scattered on my bed, I'll use the sheets to rest my head, A half charged phone, a box of meds, I'm seeing grey and vivid reds.
A dreary ride upon the bus, A dismal sky, but who can fuss? I trace the shadows down the pane, As I take notes beneath the rain.
My mind has caved beneath the stress, My eyes are dark, my hair's a mess, I am a dweller of the time, That shrouds me 'fore the rise and shine.
Rise And Shine • Opuss № I