Early Mornings
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Amelia Kamp, Grade 6
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Poetry
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2013
This beast should excuse introduction, but here it goes
Waking up early equals weary souls.
Early mornings only reward us with all time lows.
Yes early mornings, do take their tolls.
Peacefully in bed, forgetting as you doze
But you can always feel it,
The monstrous, maddening, morning, the beast, nibbling at your toes.
Like a lion hunting, the beast truly does commit.
The beast seems to lack a body part
The thing that keeps us living purely,
The vital, thriving heart,
He mustn’t live without one, surely?
How can the retched beast repay mankind?
For the precious time that it does consume?
Hours, upon hours that he takes, that we can never find.
These are the questions that he needs to answer.
The beast is a coward, slinking around in the dark
The swift and mysterious black knight.
When he wakes me no happiness seems to arise, not even a spark
Although, what keeps me going is: the glorious morning light.
By Amelia Kamp