Dead Awake Poem by Fred Omorogbe

The morning rays...
Ushers in a new day
Yet another day...
Another chance to make head way.

I sway in disarray.
Laced in a lingering phase of decay
Reminiscing... Last year in May...
Oh God! ... Where did it all go astray?

But I lay awake... Debased
Dazed in my pondering state of shame
I dare to say in my dismay...
"How do I make it through the day? "

I'm enslaved in delays...
A self-inflicted mental maze
And it's all because I lay...
Lamenting my case... Awake!