Poem | Morning Alone

By Eddlynn Jennifer Mangaoang

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I woke up to the thunder banging loudly

After a sharp, yellow lightning cut

Across the dark gray, cloudy sky

The white rain rushing downwards

To water the dry chilly Earth.

The screeching wheels of a speeding car

Then the sirens right after sounded like a 

Disharmonious drums and cymbals smashing

And clanging against each other

During an orchestra performance;

Noise amongst the whistling violin

Solemnly singing with the symphony.

I opened my dirty white door to a long, black hallway.

In the kitchen, I saw the lazy tabby sleeping above

The fridge after eating last night's leftover.

She looked up at me with her green slit eyes

Before meowing and going back to sleep.

I watched the brown liquid drip into clear glass

And heard the tick-tick-tick of the stove after

Pushing and turning the knob leftward.

The red shooting up and kissing the bottom

Of the frying pan. I cooked my sunny-side up,

The sun surrounded by clouds

Unlike the bleak weather around my cold home;

I added three pieces of bacon in my sizzling pan;

The aroma of burned pork meat permeated

The silence of my kitchen and enveloped me with warmth. 

It's four-thirty-five and the lone lightbulb blinked

Threateningly.

I ate slowly, relishing the taste of vinegar and my breakfast.

Afterwards, I stood up and put my empty plate in the sink,

Brushed my teeth, and went back to my room

Where I lied down in my cool bed

To sleep for another three hours.