Journey From Night To Morning

• Motia Shaikh, Grade 12
• Poetry
• 2015

It’s night, it’s night; after a whole bright day, it seems to be so right!
Time for bed; to sleep tight,
Not letting the bed bugs bite,
Oh I see a dream; it’s an astonishing one,
It’s a beautiful stream,
I see it beam,
It’s good, it’s nice
Brring!
Oh I hear it! It’s the alarm clock,
That’s my story of every night to morning,
Sleeping is my drug, the bed is my dealer and the alarm clock is the police!