Seconds from Harm

by Paul Hirst   Jul 17, 2018


The pale dawn illuminates your face
Cold and uncaring
Your hands restless in motion
I hate you so much at this time of day hate your utter devotion
Your endless quest to make me want to weep my eyes red from lack of sleep
I really could do you harm I hate my bloody alarm

    report violation
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  • 6 years ago

    by Kitty Cat Lady

    Ah, there he is! You're truly the king of twists in these parts Paul! Glad it's nominated :-) x
    =^.^=

    • 6 years ago

      by Paul Hirst

      Aww that is truly high praise and very sweet comment
      There he is !
      Touched me a lot
      Thank you

  • 6 years ago

    by Michael

    Paul,
    Such a great twist to your tale. I can totally relate, as i'm sure millions others would too.
    A clever little piece and nominated
    Michael :)

    • 6 years ago

      by Paul Hirst

      Michael Thank You I appreciate both directional comments criticism and praise lol I'm only human
      Thank You

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