A letter to my alarm clock
We need to talk
There needs to be an intermission
Between used and the user.
For you're the first thing I hear in the morning,
Sometimes before the rooster has even awoken
That pierces the serenity
That grasps my heart and throws it into my throat.
makes me remember all the mornings you tricked me into thinking I had 5 more minutes.
You s l o w down
When I stare at you
And you speed up on the moment my glazed and zombified glare ends.
Like a race car driver your arms speed around.
You abruptly ruin my my slumber, are you crying for attention? Is there something wrong?
But the reason I'm here
Your patient plastic all day till I need you most,
And your metal arms ask nothing of it.
I guess our friendship can have its ups and downs
As long as
You're here for me tomorrow.