Blanket Bleak

Tony DeLorger © 2016

Blanket morning heavy, bleak,
haunts my waking mind from sleep
and I grasp the covers under chin,
for fear that icy air gets in;
and eyes so tight and glued resolute,
for parlous day to relent and scoot,
while I for sun in mind do pray,
and dismiss this pretending excuse for day.

Fluttered eyes and thoughts arranged,
my mind cannot in hold, maintain,
and one eye cracks and light disdain,
to scour room my penance paid,
for facing this unholy dim,
when doona warm salutes the sin,
and I prefer the guile of dreams,
rather than this grey that’s been.

And so while two eyes adjust to light,
and stumbled feet on floor do fight,
I find a mirror of no delight,
and regret that for a start;
and perhaps a shower will soothe my plight,
adjust my soul from the embrace of night,
and even coffee could render good,
if I may find my ‘under hood’.

In zombie-land there’s no reprieve,
just the mindless wandering deed,
and truly what good is this,
when no-one sees a helpful tryst;
so wander here or wander there,
I stumble back to bed, I care,
would rather fight my demons dark,
than face this day just void of spark.

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Tony DeLorger

Full time author, freelance writer, poet and blogger since 1999. Twenty one published works, past winner of 'Poet of the Year' on HubPages, 'Poem of the Year' on The Creative Exiles, writer for Allpoetry.com, Google+, tonydwtf.blogspot.com.au
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