'(Morning) Ritual' seconds tick and minutes tock as faster and faster it creeps and i lie in bed, struggling b'tween wakefulness and sleep i close my eyes and get pulled in to a dream of rue and dread it wraps around my addled brain longing to be fed i sink in and let it pull and wish to be whisked away for i have no desire, at all to wake and start the day but the alarm cries out its bitter wail and drags me out again deaf and blind to my whimper and sigh it cares not how it offends and so, still weary and bedraggled i fumble for the light curse the day and rub my eyes and say 'farewell' to blessed night