The Morning Saga

Mind in some other time zone
Waiting for the night to dawn on me
I will sleep another day...

When the rays of the sun start cutting in
the eyelids refuse to budge
Trail of tears start pouring- Protesting in return

Dead weight of my lifeless body
Caves in
An aching heart pulls strings of love
but no amount of cajoling
pumps life to the dead cells.

The snooze button does
what nature could not
Fear- Kick starts my day

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