The piercing ringer stabbed the heart of my rest <br />As he dragged me from the calm sea of dreams <br />Onto the rough sands of consciousness. <br /> <br />Little the motherly bed cradling me could do <br />In a pulling struggle with the ruthless ringer. <br />I clawed onto the rosy pillow instinctively as the duel grew. <br /> <br />Inevitably, he snatched me from her with shrilling power <br />And dictated my drunken mind to hustle the scattering feet <br />Towards the drenching waters of the weeping shower.<br /><br />J.R. Holmes<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/waking-up-in-the-morning/
