March #SOLC Day 28
Why does it have to be so bright?
I want to hide my face.
This room I sleep in lets in all the light.
It feels like it’s shining right through to my brain
Pounding, prying, pushing
Why can’t it just rain?
A dastardly cobalt blue sky this hour
Not a single cloud in sight
I awaken and my mood is sour.
I know such beauty should give me a different feeling
Birds singing, children playing, trees budding
But all I can do is stare at the ceiling.
And so I turn to my other side, to rest in another pose
Hoping for sleep to return
I find that it’s not quite as unbearable
when my eyes are closed!