When Roused From Slumber

Posted: July 23, 2019

As morning steals over my supine body roused from slumber

I wake slowly, groggily as if in a trance

Shaking off threads of dreams that I somewhat remember

I shift in bed, coaxing my cramped limbs into wakeful surrender

Moving them in a random rhythmic dance

As morning steals over my supine body roused from slumber

I groan at the sight of the golden sun spilling into my bed chamber

Its brilliance stings my eyes as I steal it a glance

Shaking off threads of dreams that I somewhat remember

I cover my eyes attempting to ward off the day that I know I fritter

I run my fingers through my hair that is askance

As morning steals over my supine body roused from slumber

God! Why can I not awake each morning just a bit more chipper?

I struggle to clear mental cobwebs, to advance

Shaking off threads of dreams that I somewhat remember

Rubbing my hooded eyes into sleeplessness, donning a sweater

I descend the stairs in a stumbling stance.

As morning steals over my supine body roused from slumber

Shaking off threads of dreams that I somewhat remember

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