e-Paper Poetry of Vinx

When the sun comes up
We all rise from our bed
And as it sets, we crash…

When cock crows by dawn
While the alarm quakes,
Vibrating rise and shine

Most days I find it hard
Harder than a nut to crack
Letting go of slumber…

Such days, I twist and turn
Avoiding to say a word
With the frogs in my throat

But hold my pillow tight
Oh, it is not that am lazy
But sometimes I break the rule.

©2019 https://vinzpoetry.wordpress.com
Onyeche Vincent Onyekachukwu

5 Comments

  1. I love this! Your ‘frogs in my throat’ line is a fantastic use of imagery 🖤

    Liked by 1 person

  2. Muntazir says:

    This is beautifully written. Stay blessed

    Liked by 1 person

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