Open to a scene of white.
The glare is laughing at your still-waking senses.
Brisk air sending an animalistic survival instinct
as old as life itself coursing through your veins
as you bury your fist into a suspicious mound
and pull out the morning paper.
Burying both your paper and your hand under your shoulder,
an addition to your morning routine,
feeling your skin throbbing and your heart beating wildly,
eyes wide on the addictive adrenaline
ears now tinged with mild tinnitus as they adjust to the silence
which they so expected to be loud,
tinted red with warming blood which
through the prevalent warmth makes them burn,
you shuffle down the hallway
in decrepit fuzzy slippers.
Well?
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This poem carries quite some interesting metaphors and morning imagery if you ask me. Definitely completely out of the box in my opinion, and I surely like such type of poetry
Thank you for entering the contest,
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This is a quite random morning poem. I love normalcy made into dramatic expression. Very nicely done?
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Very vivid imagination! Strong in its meaning too. Sends out a message that is, once deciphered, beautiful and serene. Lovely piece of art! Keep it up!
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A+ for originality!
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Very nice write. Thank you for entering the contest, good luck,
♥
whisper
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