i woke up to the heat
of a 5:57am morning,
my eyes struggled to open,
they delivered me a warning.
they said that it's too early
for me to begin the day.
they said that it's too quiet,
too lifeless and too gray.
and yet, something refused
to fall back into a slumber.
the warmth of bed and pillow
suddenly began to feel like lumber.
hard and solid, something beckoned
for me to simply shower,
they whispered to me a reason
and the face i pulled was sour.
for sleep was a mere moment
a pause similar to death.
why lay there like a rotting body
cold and out of breath?
for as long as these hearts beat
we should never take for granted
the life that God had breathed in us
won't forever just be planted.
because one day, we'll be subjected
to the end of our life cycle.
and right then, it will be too late,
just remain there, still and idle.
for dead limbs cannot write
so early, pretty sure.
but now that we're wide awake
then please be rest assured
that i'll write till i'm unable
till my last, weak dying moments.
and when i do, please do smile,
i died doing the love i've chosen...
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