Moods Senses and Memories
Written by Oliver Smith
Awake! Awake! My Alarmcries out with music and
idle chat which I struggle
to hear in my comatose
early morning state. I
get up infuriated at
having my peace disturbed
and move awkwardly towards
the curtains, caveman like
in my steps before tearing
them apart like a lion
with his prey and
stretching so hard that
very bone in my body
creaks under the strain.
I can hear the busy
streets below, I can see
the rolling hills ahead,
I can smell the freshly
mown grass cuttings of
my neighbours garden,
I can taste the warm
buttery croissant in my hand.
I am happy now
for this is my room, my
personal haven away from
pressure and the worlds
evils with sky blue
wallpaper and yellowing
posters welcoming me
every time. My mind plays
in this room, thinks
of stupid ideas and
parody with good
friends, thinks about life’s
pleasures and experiences
in the past with those
yet to come, the dreams
not fulfilled and what
the world has to offer,
but for now my world
is right here.