Slumberous Struggles: The Battle of Each Day

In the morning light, I wake up groggy,
Eyes bleary, mind half dead,
The world seems calm, peaceful, and doggy,
But inside, I'm filled with dread.

The day ahead is a slog, a bore,
And I crave for another hour of sleep,
But duty calls, I can't ignore,
So I crawl out of bed, and begin to creep.

I pour myself some black tea, no cream,
And try to wake myself up,
But my thoughts are slow, like a bad dream,
And my body feels like a pup.

I think of my life, my struggles, my pain,
Amidst the onslaught of invoices and looming due dates, list of the bills and deadlines to meet, i don’t want to do it
Of hopes and dreams that seem so vain,
And of the endless cycle of defeat.

The news is filled with lies and deceit,
Politicians playing their usual game,
I long to go back to my cozy retreat,
And forget the world and its shame.

But I push on, through the lethargy and haze,
And try to find some peace,
I face the day, with all its malaise,
And hope for some release.

The day wears on, and it's not easy,
But I soldier on, through the daze,
I fight through the fog, and the queasy,
And hope for better days.

And as the night falls, I'm less tired,
I remember the good times, and smile,
I slip into bed, my spirits inspired,
And dream of a life, less fragile.

Where the troubles are few, and the days are bright,
And there's no need for snooze,
And I wake up to a new day, with hope and delight,
And a heart that's not so bruised.

The next morning comes, and I rise once again,
Groggy and sleepy, but ready to begin,
I face the day with a newfound sense of strength,
And push through the lethargy, no matter the length.

The world may be chaotic, with troubles galore,
But I am trying and trying to focus on what I can control and let what I can control, consume me,
I sip my black tea, and let out a roar,
And face the day with a determined soul.

I know it won't be easy, and challenges will come,
But I'm no stranger to hardship, I'm no longer numb,
I'll fight through the haze, and the slumberous state,
And make the most of each day, no matter its fate.

For life is not easy, but it's also not all bad,
There are moments of joy, and laughter to be had,
And though the world may be cruel, and filled with despair,
I'll find my own way, and live without a care.

So here's to the morning light, and the drowsy wake-up call,
To the bitter black tea, and the struggles we all,
May we face each day with a spirit that's strong,
And find peace in our hearts, where we truly belong.








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