Morning Has Arrived

I pry my weary eyes apart  
Sands of sleep like concrete binding them together  
I grab the cheap plastic @#%$& alarm clock and throw it out the window
I roll over  
It's the third one this week  
I realize I've passed the point of no return and I have to admit defeat  
The thought crosses my brain, "I guess it's time to get up"  
I pry my creaking bones  
Just hoping they will hold together  
The sounds snap, crackle, and pop reach my ears,
It has nothing to do with cereal  
I make it to the grand shrine, the coffee pot  
It's intoxicating aroma swirls around my grey matter  
The moment my lips touch the warm porcelain cup, I know I'll be okay  
Morning has arrived
Written by TimWombles
Author's Note
This is out of my wheelhouse. It doesn't rhyme. Just seems not finished to me, but it's morning, and I'm too lazy to finish it. That and I wanted to see if I could do it.
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