A morning poem to share,quietly...?

Dawn's soft fingers
slap me awake
Opening bloodshot eyes
a Herculean task
I sit and scratch
still in day old clothes
Take out a left over nail
and revel in it's red glow
Stubble into the head
with a promise of relief
feeling inside my head
a herd of wildebeest
I finish my task
with shaky aim
Grab a few tablets
to stave off the pain
I catch a glimpse in the mirror
of a sadist laughing at me
Ready to start another day
the alcoholics way.

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