firemen
Learn more about other poetry terms
I awake to my alarm another day of work lies ahead
I begin to creep out of bed and hear your quiet morning voice
Asking me for coffee half asleep, I don’t hesitate
The whispers of secrets
Tucked away they lie
Seemingly quiet as crickets
Yet as boisterous as the sky
Bending down to touch the earth
Out of the withered hands of an ungodly nook