Lately, it's been early.

• Melanie Upton, Grade 12
• Poetry
• 2004

It’s so early, but it feels so late.
It feels as though a whole year has passed,but it’s only been a day.
I feel tired, tired from the stress and pain. I want to escape, to leave and go to my own paradise, but where would that be?
It’s so early, but it feels so late.
How can time fly by like a bird,
Or creep slowly by like a snail.
At times I wish it would hurry itself up, others I wish it would slow down – so I could catch up.
I feel disconnected with my time.
It’s so early, but it feels so late.
I want to go to sleep – it feels like it’s past midnight, but it’s only just turned eight o’clock, so it’s still early. Why am I so tired?
It’s so early, but it feels so late.