Mornings

Unwillingly I wake, the light too strong
Scorching my retinas, I hide my eyes
My White duvet unhelpful I prolong
The sun, I prey, can’t seap in from the skies

My alarm resonates loud to raw ears
It provoques a most irritating pain
I move too crawl out from my cocoon sphere
the ice floor, cold but my stride I maintain

My morning brain struggling to tome too
But my subconscious washes off the night
My mind refreshed, intact took only a few
Feeling alive again I win the fight

my efforts lost by sleep tonight I know
a reality started years ago