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When I wake up in the morning

WHEN I WAKE UP IN THE MORNING

When I wake up in the morning
My brain is like thick porridge
Unconvinced that I actually slept
And I don’t recall dreaming either
Holding on, I stumble out of bed
Wetting my lips, clearing my throat
A mug of coffee, not much to eat
It takes me an hour to come alive
The new day dawns for me to face
Yet now I could easily turn around
And fall unconscious once more
They call it sleep but I’m not sure

Style / type: 
Free verse
Editing stage: 
Content level: 
Not Explicit Content

Comments

There are many who aren't morning people like me! Seems the older I get, the longer it takes me to function. Good job!

~RoseBlack~

Great description! Appreciated this piece, and the final line is spot-on.
Thank you!
L

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