Those Cursed Few Minutes

Those Cursed Few Minutes

By Lord R.e. Taylor

I don’t know if I like it or not

Those slight few moments

Between being asleep and awake

When your mind works overtime

But you try to shut it down

When the birds are screaming outside

And the sun shines in your face

You know that you want it to go away

But you know that it must be there

So, you sit on the side of the bed

You curse out the day you were born

Still, you make the choice to leave the bed 

You start the day because you have to

The entire time you dream of those few minutes

When you crawl back into your bed

The sun is gone, the birds are gone

And you find the quietness you lost

When you were between sleep and awake

For that you give thanks, and you swear

Because you know what it is coming

© Poem – III/IV/MMXXII