Morning (a poem)

Morning

Kym Payne, 2021

Tomorrow, I’m not ready yet

It still feels to early, not time for bed

I don’t want to shower

Or brush my teeth 

I’m not ready to go to bed and sleep

The anxiety is brewing 

I don’t want the morning 

I want to stay here, in comfort 

Thinking about tomorrow, makes my brain hurt

I don’t want the week ahead, with the early dull mornings 

I don’t want to go to work, and eat breakfast yawning 

I want to stay at home and create

Go to bed late

Not get up and go to work

I know you can relate

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