The hardest part of the day is
Easily the moment when
My bones begin creaking again
So loudly it wakes the cats
Cracking open crusted eyes
Black from mascara and smoke
With a mouth so dry and angry
Even water has an aftertaste
Unable to do anything useful
To drown out the ringing
Senseless noise made up of
Ear drum static and silence
Only feeling the crunch of
My tired and unwilling muscles
Tangled swollen from sleep
So restless it becomes worthless
Trancelike movements too stiff
Full of pain left over from
"Made up problems," he said
All ignored until morning comes
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