alarm clock.

the alarm clock rings
and it signals
the beginning of a new day
that i don't want to wake up to
that i don't want to face
that i don't want to take part in

too many problems to deal with
too many people i don't want to see
too many people with problems
too much of my own problems

i roll over in bed
and next to me
is an empty space

i could have sworn you
were supposed to be there

the blankets are wrinkled
and tossed about
and the pillow
where your head
should have been
feels warm
and i think
ignore,
ignore,
ignore

but the alarm clock
is ringing,
screaming,
crying,
and i can't shut out
the noise,
for all that it's good for:

here's to what gets me up in the morning