Sunday, 1 April 2012

NaPoWriMo 2012 day 1

morning sun teases through curtain cracks
false promise of a day bright beyond my dreams

netted, tries working its way through lacy perforations
weakened battling into the cave of the night's cell

nudging my reluctance to its feet, gape-yawning
gives sleep the brush off, the alarm clock the evil eye

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