Does the dawn call so quickly?
Morning like a flashlight through the red
window, stuttering and shy
If only I could draw myself from the cave
of quiet silence
into the world begging, begging me to join
(Hour 3)
24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
Does the dawn call so quickly?
Morning like a flashlight through the red
window, stuttering and shy
If only I could draw myself from the cave
of quiet silence
into the world begging, begging me to join
(Hour 3)
I can definitely relate to this poem every morning when I try to sleep five more minutes. I loved that repetition of the word “begging”. Very fun poem to read!