11:10am

[Indie]

I'm hungry and lying in bed at 11:10am.
I think about how evenings gore my heart,
when I open the door and see hollow grays.

Soon I'll make myself eggs and toast
and pretend it's being given me on a silver service.
Sometimes anger seems utterly strange.

Hi Jack.

I understand how this is intended, though the darker lines in the first verse, L2 -L3, are in contradiction to the lighter tone of the second verse. Upon re-reading this short piece a few times, I find myself confused, though maybe I am just over analysing. Overall I do like this piece. At first read it made me laugh.