My body aches for rest, But I must rise,

Awaken.

My head rings with a late

Dream, But I still must try,

Awaken.

Eyelids protest against the

Burn of sudden life,

_I tell them they are not _

breaking,

Awaken.

_I must try to rise, if I don’t _

_Soon I’ll have no chance of _ Being taken,

Awaken.

_Because those who are not _

_Swift enough meet no _ Gentle end,

Awaken.

If not to live is what one

Chooses, they shall prove To be less than a friend,

Awaken.

_But my bones ache for the _

Warmth of sleep!

Awaken.

My heart beats with

_Longing to stay out _ Of my prisons reach,

Awaken.

_A voice calls me to _

Reality, but I’d rather Lie here than live it,

Awaken.

I don’t want to live yet,

All I wish to do is stay Here longer, if only a bit,

Awaken.

I want not the biting cold

_On my skin, when I stand _

_From this comfortable _

Grave of cloth,

Awaken.

_I want not to sit hours _

_Straight and simply _ Listen to people talk,

Awaken.

School is a headache,

And I’d rather sleep Anyway!

AWAKEN.

WHY MUST MY BED

_BE FINALLY COMFORTABLE _

_WHEN I CAN NO LONGER _

SLEEP IN!?

_Because I swear by the _

_Heavens above, it was _

_All pins and needles _

On the weekend…

_But, with a sigh, I must _

_Do my part in this _

Meaningless process of

Suffering,

_I have no choice in the _

Matter, no say to what

This next school day

Will bring,

All annoying teens,

Perhaps,

_Along with the peace, _

Selfcontrol, and all

Mature behavior they

__ Lack.