Morning sickness

Wake up to the new day.
Choking with the new day.
Limbs heavy as lead.
Here I go again to a new day.
Sick to my stomach...
Going through the motions.
With the soul screaming NO!
I’m stuck here!
In this endless repetition...
In the senseless dragging of days...
Nothing new about this day.
Tied up to a routine.
Began with dreams...
Ended up in pain.
With burning eyes I get to the streets.
Overwhelmed by reality.
Facing the new day sick to my stomach.

"M"