Interim Morn
I woke up this morning.
I was feeling very low.
I did not want to get out of bed.
I did not want to go.
My body melted in my mattress.
My eyes they would not show.
My arms they would not move at all.
My, I did not want to go!
The rain was pouring down so hard.
The lightning struck I know!
Oh don’t make me get out of bed!
Oh please don’t make me go!!
Copyright © Pax Geist | Year Posted 2019
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