Why does it hurt me so much? Or better â€“ why does it linger,
Fermenting between the folds of my consciousness, resurrecting.
I wake up, slowly,
slowly to the unforgiving glare of a new day.
and itâ€™s not just my shoulders
that feel discomfort
Because the aircon has been turned too low
And thereâ€™s no hiding from it in my small room.
I stumble from my bed, where my body is sprawled
Diagonally. Because Iâ€™m Russian and I like to expropriate
all the spaces that had once been yours.
| This captures perfectly the groggy regret felt on a morning when you almost wish you just didn't wake up. Too tired to carry on, too stubborn to give up. Thanks for sharing, and keep writing!||| Posted on 2013-10-25 00:00:00 | by TheSnoitart | [ Reply to This ] |