mornings

the sunlight
sneaks through the blinds
plays in columns
through the smokey haze
bars of white
trying to disinfect
the darkness

he grumbles
under his breath
rocks himself
into a sitting position
gets up
on wobbly knees
still feeling the affect
of too much
too much
the night before

the light seems
to burn it’s way
through pinprick
squinted eyes
into the back
of his already
pounding
skull

some mornings
are for adventure
for tackling life’s problems
with tenacity

some are meant
for staying in bed
wishing the world
would leave you alone
for a couple more
hours

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