The alarm begins with gentle tone,
Then escalates like debts unpaid.
I silence it with sleepy skill,
It returns louder, sharper still.
Five more minutes become a crime,
Measured harshly against the time.
Dreams retreat without appeal,
Reality enters cold and real.
It rings on days I need escape,
On rainy mornings draped in weight.
I threaten apps, replacement clocks,
The alarm remains unmoved by talks.
Yet weekends pass in silent peace,
As if discipline itself takes leave.
Still every dawn it drags me through,
Demanding things I meant to do.
Cruel companion, painfully true,
The alarm believes in what I could do.
A stubborn sound beside the bed,
Pulling ambition from the dead.
