If only the walls could speak..

[antiheroeternal]

The alarm clock intones self awareness. The boy laying in his crumpled sheets dreaded the morning. A singular ray of pale sunlight was shining directly into his eyes through an open slat in the blinds, and he stared back at it. "Another day, another memory," I say

Comments

[starrynightwind]

it's actually quite catchy...though dwindles as the piece goes on. Supports your message well. I like it, but I wouldn't call it poetry.