I sleep in the morn. <br />I do not wish to rise. <br />I hear the rain <br />and I know the skies <br />are crying big raindrops <br />and the clouds are gray. <br />The approaching hours <br />will begin my day. <br /> <br />Oh how I need to see the sun <br />come out from the clouds <br />to burn my skin <br />and heat up this frame of mind I'm in. <br />I can't stay put in this tiresome bed. <br />Too many thoughts will destroy my head. <br />All I need is one word from you, <br />then the rain and clouds could not get through.<br /><br />Edwina Reizer<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/anticipation-6/
