Original Work, Poetry

Rise and Shine

It’s like a sickness.
A raised temperature,
An unfocused delirium,
A feeling of coming death.

Midnight creature, forced,
Awakened at unnatural
Hours of the day
In a battle for survival.

A sense of nausea
Unable to be quashed
Temples pounding, unyielding,
The coming of the sun.

The early bird,
Gets the worm,
Yet the moonlit tiger
Catches the larger prey.

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