up to early...a poem.

early morning meeting

you rob my precious sleep,

i lament about the dream i had

i wake and yet i weep...

why?

this early morning feeling makes me sigh,

i don't like the way

i breath

in

and

out,

repeat...

i mean i do breath this way,

but this early- i want to dream

and forget about how i breath...

at least,

i know,

this meeting

won't be forever,

and then...

i hope

and

desire

to go back to my room

and

go

back to BED.
fin*

[*nv*]