Bad Night's Sleep Blues

a "blues" poem was due for class one day. this was mine.

Waking up.
After a single hour
         of reprieve.
Breaks apart
one's train of thought.

Body reacting reluctantly
to half a mind's requests;
fluorescence searing the eye like alien suns,
ambient chatter drilling into eardrums;
even clothes' weight pulls
                                   you
                                   down
                like ball & chain.

Zombies sing these blues.

And I just want to
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