"Repeated War"

This poem was written by my brother Nate. It is so true about me, and many other people I know, it is awesome. Nate uses personification and hyperboles to convey how insanely hard and horrible a simple thing, getting up in the morning, can be.

Personification makes the poem relate more to people by giving objects human characteristics. "The morn was weak", this personification brings a connotation of an early morning when people are extremely tired, and gives a feeling of the setting. Another of these personifications is "No! Never! Have you no regard For that which comforts all suffering? Earless and deaf was my foe." Now if you have not analyzed the poem very carefully you would not know what this is talking about and would not think it is personification. But the "foe" is the alarm clock that wakes you up in the morning. It as if the alarm clock is a person beating a "war drum" and the sleeper is talking to the person in astonishment and painful agony.

The hyperboles in this poem are so big overstatements that because they are partially true it brings the real truth in them out. One of these is "painful was the defeat Endless, eternal, infinite torture." Getting up in the early morning isn't that bad but it is still pretty darn bad. Another of these hyperboles is a metaphor which says: "The weight of two tons Burdening, pulling, dizzy Struggling for sight, lifted at last." This is talking about the actual pulling your self out of bed. Of coarse a person isn't really two tons, but at 6:00 in the morning sometimes it feels like that much.

This poem is awesome because it is a struggle that we have to deal with every morning. Every morning we have to get up and carry out our days work, and every morning we give in to the alarm clock. "The pain and misery [is] left behind Til once again, the clash of time."