Waking Up

How it feels to me.

I am weighed down by the harsh fog that lingers,

Over my eyes, and creeps out my mouth in the form of whispers

My body seem to gain weight rapidly, and sheds it after,

Like the skin of a snake, the memories of my dreams fall off me

I shake my head, sigh, and my thoughts leave,

Trampling over one another in an attempt to break the sequence

All my senses awaken at once, and all pain floods forth,

I tingle and itch, and stretch my weary arteries

My vision is blinded with the sun's violent burns,

I blink, twice, thrice, and they dissipate, like sugar in water

I rub my conscious from my eyes and lips, and breathe,

The air smells like everything I've ever known

All responsibilities flood back like a wind sucking itself in,

And the day has begun, and moves to the next victim to arise

Reviews

[Chaz Hemsworth]

Science has proven that beds generate gravitational fields at least twice as powerful as black holes. Lol. This poem really elucidates how waking up feels on the inside. Seeing one's self out of the bed, wrong the sand out of your eyes. Having to deal with waking life sucks.

[Mercy]

I love this. Great writing.

[J. Rose]

I enjoyed this very much. Great writing and thanks for sharing.

[NebraskaHope]

this was a well written poem. keep up the good work !