At two o'clock I awaken
Raindrops upon the forsaken
A sprinkle of what was
A dropp of what shall never be
Anger grows the recedes
Do I really know what I need?
The sun rises then sets
Another avenue of regrets
I am open with all exposed
There is no glow
As all is underneath
There is no belief, only grief
I sneeze from over exposure
A breeze blows in
A tin can rolls down the hall
What is added to the least of all
A printed brochure
That's missing a few of it's lines
Time just ticks away
After all, it's what time does
At two o'clock I awaken
Someone forgot to put the cake in
No way to take a bite
Shall I close my eyes and run in fright
The sight shall never be seen
What is green red and gold?
A part of what is over sold
Going in where no one goes
The days almost over
Time to sleep on it
Then at two o'clock I will awaken
Raindrops upon the forsaken
© S.E.S
Sara Stowell
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