Monday, 26 March 2012

Monday Morn

Monday Morn


Every muscle aches
A brain has no clue
What it dream'd 
Seven seconds ago.


Fourth time snoozed pressed
Half open eyelids
Intermittently stare
At a vacant ceiling.


Short black out
Fifth alarm awakes
With a few great sighs
I begin another five days.


Wren

Note: You know what I mean. I hope.

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