Poetic in BookThree: Flight Log 2016

The screech of the alarm
The slap of my hand
The day begins in earnest.

A bowl of cereal
A Grape Kickstart
A reluctant march to the shower.

The drive to work
The resignation that comes
The eyelids weigh a thousand pounds.

Going through the motions,
yet again,
and fighting off the urge to sleep at my desk.

Recovering from a night of pain
Recovering from a night of stiff body and pain
no wonder i want to return to sleep.