Wake up!
Sleepyhead, why do you dread arising?
Get out of bed now, little girl,
Your weariness is surprising.
Is this a joke? Please don't provoke
My patience and my virtue
Wake up now,
Sleepyhead,
Don't make me think to hurt you.
Wake up!
Little girl, we're running out of morning.
I hope that this will swirl around your head,
This is my warning.
You make me scared, how do you dare
To lie without a motion?
No matter how i raise my voice,
My words seem lost at ocean.
Wake up!
Jesus please!
No matter how i shake or toss you.
God, don't tease me,
Get up please!
I fear that I've just lost you.
You feel so numb,
No, I'm not dumb!
My love, why do you trick me?
In vain I plead,
The blood I'd bleed!
Yet life forgets so quickly.
I like how this poem shifts from a sweet wake up call to something much more dire. I love the phrase "we're running out of morning"
ReplyDeleteI feel like this is an accurate array of emotion for something like this, and trying to cover up one emotion with another. There is definitely an urgency and a panicked tone, and it gradually intensifies. I really like it, and really sad and shocking.
ReplyDeleteThis is a very intense poem. I love the diction and tone. Fast-paced read. Love it.
ReplyDeleteBrian, I can totally see this as a song. Also, the shift is good, from the sweet to the end, like everybody else said, yeah.
ReplyDeleteWell gee, I kind of gave you some flack for this, but jeez. You know? Good. It's good. The shift is excellent.
ReplyDeleteThe pace of this poem is perfect, I love it.. Im speechless.
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