Ishaan Reddy

Cycle of a Day

You wake up 
  in the morning
   to the sun’s light.

     In a fight with yourself
      to get out of bed,
       in a dread
        of the day to come.

        You walk to school
         to your classes
          watching the hours pass 

           You want to leave
             but you can’t,
              not yet

              So you walk on and you talk
              with your friends
              but they fade away 

            You go home and do homework
           and try to weather
          the raging storm 
        but you can’t

       You fall asleep 
     You have to fall asleep
    in that coffin of sheets 
  you call a bed.

You are born in the morning 
You live through the day
You die at night 

You wake up
and the cycle begins
once more