Poem: Morning Pain

You don't want to wake up,
but there is a burning
aching
pain
in your spine.

It's the same pain
you wake up with
every morning,
but this day
it happens to be worse
than usual.

You really want
to keep sleeping
and you ignore it
for as long as you can,
but eventually it just
too much
and you agrilly get out of bed
and take some pills.

Two pekesettes
four cups of coffee
three cigarrettes
and twenty minutes later
you are finally feeling like
you suppose
a normal person
usually feels like
and you are ready
to start your day.

You want to take another pill,
"to make up for lost time"
but you don't,
waiting instead
for the pain to return again.
And of course it does,
it always does.
And these days
it seems to be getting worse.
Then hours pass
and you wait with anxiety
for the next spike
of pain...
but it doesn't come on time.

You have no idea why
or what makes it better or worse,
but that is not worth thinking about.

There is still laundry to do.