Devil of the mornings

Every morning when it’s time to wake up
I see a sweaty-toothed madman
with a stare that pounds my brain
His hands reach out and choke me.
and all the time he’s mumbling
Mumbling, truth.
My truth , my lies back to mee
He tells me I can’t do it
He tells me I’m weak
Truth is like a blanket
that always leaves your feet cold.”
You push it, stretch it, it’ll never be enough.
You kick at it, beat it, it’ll never cover any of us. From the moment we enter crying
to the moment we leave dying,
it will just cover your face
as you wail and cry and scream

Inspired by  a scene from the  movie
“Dead Poets Society”

Published by Suyash Yewale

Currently studing in Second year of Bsc (biotechnolgy)

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