Daily Battle Against the Clock

The alarm

clangs, the same manufactured sound

meant to declare:



Feet hit the floor,

like a soldier at roll call.

Wildly I race to silence

the programmed noise

that drags me from

my sweet dreams.


My heart pounds,

beating a rapid rhythm

against its cage,

machine gun fire in my chest.


One, two, three steps

and I am there,

striking the cold, mechanized flesh

of the snooze button.

I curse the artificial bells that woke me.


The temporary silence taunts me,

Ten minutes and the automatic buzz

will detonate my sleep again.


My limbs, drained of their urgency,

shuffle back to bed.

I slide into my trench, still warm,

close my eyes and wait

for the next attack.

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