Sonnet to Getting Out of Bed
Published in
Jul 30, 2022
Awaken drowsy, this unwanted dawn,
assaults a slumbering dream’s eerie spell
Face buried in pillow; alas, it’s gone,
repose shattered by alarm shriek from hell.
Rising, dazed I whirl while nearly falling,
wrestling lethargy, my feeble defense
against inertia sends me crawling,
in urgent quest of caffeinated sense.
Why get up at all? What purpose inspires?
Can this day’s tasks raise my soul, stir promise?
Not so, success exceeds my best desire —
Getting up spares my spirit no solace.
Today, awash in sloth, I sigh, relieved,
this humble verse is the most I’ll achieve.
Gregg Sapp is the author of the “Holidazed” series of satires.
