A Stale Morning Fever

Just a less than 5 minute spared random piece of thought.

A stale Morning

Sheets from last night 

Reminiscent of a dreadful nightmare 

or is it, 

Effect of a mesmerizing dream? 

Sigh of relief it is, 

or is it, 

Sigh of despair? 

For the sleeping is over

Eyes are no longer shut wide open. 

No more dreams or nightmares

It is all over. 

For it is the stale morning indeed 

Wake up,

Keep the eyes shut wide open 

You don't want your vision to perch on horrible reality 

You don't want your heart to catch a cold

You're hell lot of a dreamer 

Don't catch the stale morning fever. 

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

I like this poem. A stale morning. I like those words.
"Keep the eyes shut wide open
You don't want your vision to perch on horrible reality "
I like the way you ended the excellent poem.
Coyote

[PP]

Thank you Coyote :)

[Damien Davison]

Very interesting and unique. Sometimes when I wake up with 'stale morning fever', I find myself looking for certain things I remembered from my dream that I really wanted or needed. Damn reality! Thanks for sharing!

[PP]

Thank you Daminen, glad you liked it!!!!