Brief

Good morning.

My afternoons have become mornings

and evenings are afternoons,

Nights is the only time I check clocks.

They lie with whispering voices

Not to wake me up but do they know

That I am the one that never falls asleep?

Mum screams at the little kid within me

Who drinks coffees at midnight hours?

I am sorry mum I need to kill worries

At morning hours just like you do.

 

 

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