'(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