“The A.M.” is a poem about waking up in the morning to the same old uninspired routine.
Have you seen the sun
Peeking in between the clouds?
The mist’s too heavy
The air’s too heavy to breathe
It’s the AM, right?
With double-feature nightmares
Without a last laugh
It feels more it’s like midnight
There’s no punchline here
In my situational
Comedy, the cast are jerks
I make a pittance
My un-inspired
Life’s soundtrack drones on
Routine drags you down
Feels bare and repetitive
~ Amelia <3
(9-22-08 / 6-12-18)
