Morning

Eyes cracked when morning broke
and spilled its viscous vicious yolk
on my pallid face before I begin
benign, well at least anodyne,
ready again to take it on the chin.

Glassy-eyed anxious stomach churning
first thirst purpose unquenched and burning
feet scuffing a cold wooden floor
to play again against a dim despair
the way it wends its course, the snake,
the force of will it takes 
to make it through the door.