Morning Ritual

The morning routine can make one ravenous

I woke up this morning in a foul mood.   

I don't know why I got out of the bed!

I walked in the bathroom with lights glaring.

I was shocked by the mirror's reflection.  

I pondered my appearance: teeth and hair.

I concluded my best days were now past.  

I moped through my home, hating the decor.

I mused with grief about my day's chores.

I considered family and my "friends."  

I loved them, yet tired of their drama.

I sat at the table in dark despair.

I devised painless ways to end it all   

I dispelled in a moment these feelings... 

I had my morning cup of fresh coffee.

 

© 2012 The Refined Poet.  All rights reserved. 

Reviews

[emmajoygreen]

Laughing because I know that feeling so well, although, in fact - it takes me two coffees. Come to the conclusion that 'bewilderment' is my wake-up call, the coffees are the answer! Many thanks for sharing.

[The Refined Poet]

Thanks for your comment. I am a secret coffee "addict." It reflects my personal experience at times. lol

[emmajoygreen]

Me too, although red wine and hot chocolate come close second - not necessarily together(!) at times!