Saving daylight.

What time is it? My eyes fling
like darts to a board, from the
clock to my watch. It can’t be.

But it can be. Forwards then
backwards, my mind jumps
through the seconds. It’s too
Every awakening is now
wrapped in heavy darkness.

It’s too soon.
Creeping ever
closer, making fools of the
early, and heroes of the late.

What time is it?
Gaining an
hour, to lose the light of day.