Monday, August 15, 2011
Morning -- Poetry 2011
I never know what day it is,
especially when first I wake up...
hurts to think that hard first thing in the morning.
Least I'm not asking where I am
or even worse – who am I?
Today I woke up with a massive headache;
thank you persistent migraine for stealing
an entire days productivity from me. I hoped
to drown you in a sea of painkillers and never let
you see daylight again; it took a while to subdue you
as I numbly went about my business holding my head.
Tomorrow I want to wake up and realize I couldn't
be happier to begin again – the promise of a fresh
start even if I don’t know what day it is…