The sun had started peaking over the trees,
Shimmering gold slowly pouring into my room.
It was early, for a teenager.
Especially one on break.
As I disentangled myself from my blankets
I rolled out of bed
and splashed my face with ice cold water.
Like a sloth I dragged my feet and got ready
heading downstairs
with the loss of sleep obvious under my eyes.
The car was deafeningly quiet,
only the scratchy voice of the radio hanging in the air.
As we got to school I clung to my mother’s side
as I did when I was five.
She walked me to the quad,
filled with hundreds of unfamiliar faces
and after all her talks,
and all her kind smiles,
she did something I thought she would never do.
Something that left me completely exposed
She left.
And I was all alone.
All of your imagery and language painted a nice picture of what that morning was like. Your metaphors and all of your poetic devices connected together well.
ReplyDeleteThe picture went really well with the poem. Every part of the poem connected to each other well.
ReplyDeleteI love how accurately your poem depicts waking up in the morning when your past self forgot that you had to sleep to feel good in the morning.
ReplyDeleteThe imagery used in your poem made me feel like I was really there. This poem was really good.
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