Ode to Sleep

This was one of my poems from a 7th grade English project. I've decided to resurrect it!

On Monday

In the morning,

I don't

Want

To leave my bed.

At six in the morning,

My alarm

Wakes me,

And I cover my ears.

The alarm

Rips
Off my covers

And ring,

Ring,

Rings loudly

In my ears.

I cover my head

With a pillow

To mask the noise.

My alarm

Pushes me roughly,

Then resorts to sitting

On my back.

"Alright!" I groan wearily,

Then climb out of bed,

My sweet,

Forgiving,

Bed, ready for a new day.

Night comes unmercifully late,

And when it does,

I lay and sleep

Ready for another

Rude

Awakening.

Author's Note

Constructive criticism is appreciated.