THE COMEING DAWN
All night you tossed you turned ,You snatched some sleep as best ,
You could but to no avail ,
Fears you had awake came still with you ,
In nightmares ,
In the snatched sleep you manged to have ,
Come the morning , the sun and moon ,
Greeted one another , with a '' good morrow'' ,
Up you from your slumbeles bed , you rise ,
Feet in slippers slip ,
You rub your eyes , rubbing out the need for sleep ,
Have a shower , try too eat breakfast , you almost choke ,
On the toast , but you wash it down with the hot cup tea ,
The fears of the day has in store for you occupies your mind ,
You get dresst , you open , the blind's , out side it's misty ,
You open the door , step in to the day ,
And think '' they say life's a marathon ''' ,
While others say '' life's a serous of sprint's '' ,
Your mobile ring's , you take it out your inside pocket ,
Click it , you hear a voice you instantly recognizance ,
It's your friend , and the mist lift's , you talk , your share laughter ,
The day now looks not so bad ,
You decide your goner kick ass this day!
Ken D Williams
The Dyslexic Poet
Poetry by ken d williams
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Written on 2011-03-04 at 22:00
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