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Morning Alarm

THE MORNING ALARM

Oh the pain!!!! That appalling ringing incites!
I wake up mentally screaming.
It questions my power,
my ability to face another day.

The only force stronger is my desire to continue getting an education,
and then contesting that,
is my will to sleep.

The days in college are never a bore,
always so bright
so full of colour!
Like minded souls converse with zeal.
The ways of commune always open,
new and amusing to learn.

But what would make this a million times better?
If only I could dream this in slumber,
and gain attendance after!

And now as I turn to glance at the clock,
What in Earth, it’s 8 o clock!!
As my senses collect themselves , a Friday to be sure and yet,
A holiday!
Thank the Heavens Above!

I feel rage like a demon,
this monday morning,
that infernal thing ringing like mad.

My tired eyes water, or perhaps even tear.
Into misery, my sleep dear, shall need to make a quick departure.
This unspeakable sacrifice I undertake with grief
making up my that today at 9 I shall certainly sleep,
But everyone knows, that is but merely another daydream!
                                       Carol Mascarenhas
                                               TYBA

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