I woke up with sadness 

on a gentle, windy morning

my mouth was too bitter to give thanks 

for a day I already see the night

 

at the bathroom I lingered 

wishing my pee runs a little longer 

my wishes are the mountain heap 

that makes everything blur,

nothing is enough 

A preacher's megaphone rings through the silence, piercing my thoughts 

His words felt like they're slowing the morning till everyone listens 

i listened. 

He is screaming now. 

But why? 

the dawn is quiet enough and people haven't started arguing. 

plus mama is still asleep 

I should hush him to lower his voice 

But he grew louder. 

I listened harder.

I didn't want to cry because I have waken up and felt it wasn't poetic. 

I won't like to feel bad 

for walking to the bathroom without help

and felt it's too much of a task to start the day.

i didn't want to say:

Lord forgive me, for i am grumpy in the mornings.

For wishing I have wings 

Before even knowing where to fly.