Why in the morning does it get so loud?
What about daybreak draws the foggy cloud?
The dark rolling grey shouts and screams.
Breaking on my mind, infecting my dreams.
It infiltrates my chest and begins to constrict.
My heart rate rises with the stress it inflicts.
All this happening while the sun shines.
It’s time to wake up and slow my mind.
The Pent Up Poet 
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