Monday
Location
South Africa
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The incessant sound of the alarm
Rudely jolts me from my dream.
With an aggravated sigh,
I stumble out of bed
As if in an inebriated stupor.
Feeling against the wall,
Turning on the light,
My eyes are blinded
And I squint to see
the way out.
Procedural tasks
Are followed
As my body acts
Out of habit
While my brain remains
In a murky state.
I trudge roughly down
sixteen steps of stairs
For the relief
Of a warm cup of coffee.
As I flood caffeine
Through my bloodstream,
I finally begin
To wake up.
This poem is about:
Me