late hour

the clock alarm rang at 4.00 am

i woke and pressed and i am
out of bed only at 6.14 am!

the bed is warm and i pull

my blanket right up to my neck
rolling and curling to make
my body more comfortable!

later, i call that my laziness

chaining my creativity and eroding
a life of potentials and this is where i am
now when i turn to you to confess
my wasted aeons and i beg for grace!

my repentance for the left-over days

i realize, is not deep enough
to turn my life inside out and make
a new path, to joy, i may walk!

hence i cling to you at this late hour;

please, push me not out of your abode
though many a chance i have missed!

for you and your hug, that grace is all

i need to which i am now a sure slave!