A pinch of
daylight
Crashes into
my eyelids
I have
chosen
In my mind
To ignore it
A sliver of
daylight
Joins the
fray
The memo to
my mind remains
But the
lines of communication
Suffered a
collapse
The rest of
my body
Never got
the memo
And are confused
by the foggy repertoire
Trickling
from the upper floors
And the general
bobbing and weaving
Blurting of incoherent
babbles
And they are left to ask
Why
on earth
Did he fling
Little Toe
Straight
into the bed frame?!?!
A beacon of
sunlight
Rams forcefully
Into my
bloodshot optics
Bathing my
wincing face
In unhelpful
brightness
As I howl
and scream
At the
piercing throb
Manifesting from
my smashed digit
Full light of day
Now fully awake
My toe, I'm sure, thinks me silly
To carry on so long
He has been here before
Spends his days
Being trampled on
And a stubbing now and then
Breaks up the monotony
Besides
He has miles to go
Before he sleeps
Miles more to go
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