By Tony DeLorger © 2013
Infused by light from morning sent,
when night recedes from dark intent,
and I all filled with fancy flight,
my eyes all blurred, my mind not right.
I stumbled from my downy nest,
the cold tiles of the bathroom test,
relieving pangs of bladders full,
swaying, hoping my aim is good.
Then though scratchy half-clenched eyes,
I blindly grasp for clothes piled high,
and almost fall from two legs in,
a single leg of tracksuit gyms.
Into the kitchen wander I,
collecting doors and walls that lie,
and to the bench where coffee brews,
praying that a cup ensues.
A furtive smile buried deep,
my mouth engaged by coffee seeped,
into my blood that elixir flows,
and my heart begins, my mind now knows.
Conscious, I am conscious cry,
the world awaits my open eyes,
a day of tasks now beckons me,
Good God, what have I done, decree.
With cup released I wander back,
through maze of house to my bedroom shack,
and fall flat faced onto the bed,
the world too much inside my head.
Crawling awkwardly now under covers,
where darkness mocks the day discovered,
and minds can fall back under spell,
of dreams adrift and tasks dispelled.
Then with one almighty screech,
the alarm ignites my brain asleep,
and jolts me back bolt upright jerk,
morning now on high alert.
I hate zombie mornings!
Sometimes the world is just too much to deal with, and sleep is the greatest escape.