Its Monday


Regardless of how dim
That first light causes me pain
Blinded
Another day? Already?
What a shame.
The blankets, like heavy clouds
Keep me from rising
The cold air outside the covers
Something I disdain
Its Monday,
But oh, how I wish it were Sunday.

One more minute
One more hour
Snooze, ring, snooze
One foot down
Two feet down
On the freezing cold tile
Rising from the dead
Lamp, light, bed.

I look around through crusty eyes
Is this my life?
Routine
Walk, bathroom, closet
Do I even know where to begin?
An avalanche of clothes fall
As the doors pry apart
Mocking
Mind clouded by the wish of sleep

Oh what I’d do for one more wink.

Comments

  1. UnknownFebruary 5, 2018 at 5:57 AM

    My favorite part about this is that we get an insight to what goes on inside your head and a lot of these feelings are super relatable which makes this poem all the more attractive. I like my favorite line in here is "What a shame." It definitely made me chuckle a bit. I also really love the repetition of the groups of three ("Lamp, light, bed" and "Snooze, ring, snooze" etc). Overall, great job. I like this poem a lot.

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