wake today,


get out of bed,


then stretch and yawn


and scratch my head.




I find my clothes.


I pull them on


while stifling


another yawn.

I grab a breakfast

bar for fuel,



and hoist my pack

and head to school.



When I arrive

I'm truly shocked.

The lights are off
.
The door is locked.


I check my watch.

It's me, not them.

I woke too soon
.

It's 4am.


--Kenn Nesbitt

Wonderful poem
Thank you my sister

nujoom

thanx alot 4 this poem :)