Struggling to wake up and stay
awake when I have little to feel.
Will this day be like the dozens
before or will I be able to accomplish
something worth the memory space?
Waiting for the sun only to settle for its light.
I feel the light give me some sort of warmth
in clothes clean enough to wear again.
I catch a glimpse of the sun at its peak.
It's struggling to stay awake, too.
Maybe it needs to rest a little longer.
Maybe we're both not ready to face
the world or show our faces, yet.
The second time around we rise.
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Caffeine and Me
PoetryA collection of poetry ranging from brain farts to exploring why I bother getting up in the morning. Most likely there is some form of caffeine to keep me awake (or alert) enough to type my thoughts out regarding my depression, struggles within my d...
