Mornings are the worst
The state between wakefulness and sleep
Eyes too heavy lidded to open
The mind all fuzzy
Thoughts all jumbled up
Its a struggle to get up
And stumble through the morning chores.
As I sit down with a cup of tea
To awake and rejuvenate
The anxiety refuses to leave.
I don’t know the source of this unease
But it keeps gnawing my entrails.
Going through the motions of a semblance of routine
Exhausts me to the core.
As I sit in a stupourous daze
Am unable to unravel my own mind’s maze.
Nothing gives pleasure
Voices grate my nerves
Company makes me fidgety
Music provides no solace.
I hate my own company
Willing my mind to go blank
Trying to keep at bay the clamouring thoughts.
Each passing hour thickens the miasmic anxiety
Increasing my listlessness agonisingly.
As I lie on the bed at night
I pray for oblivion to enfold me.
I surrender to nothingness,
Fatigued to the core, having achieved nothing fruitful
Till I can summon enough energy to grasp life