mornings

[Graystar]

Why does it hurt so much? Or better – why does it linger,
Fermenting between the folds of my consciousness, resurrecting. Needs ?
I wake up, slowly,
slowly to the unforgiving glare of a new day. Instead of another slowly perhaps a different word: stretching, or victim or enemy of the unforgiving glare, it would keep with your great use of words.
and it’s not just my shoulders
that feel discomfort
because the aircon has been turned too low
and there’s no hiding from it in my small room.
I stumble from my bed, where my body is sprawled
Diagonally. Because I’m Russian and I like to expropriate No capital D. Excellent that diagonally comes on the next line. 'Because' is weak, rework.
all the spaces
that had once been yours. Hooray!

Hi,
I am curious, have you a new version of this poem? I agree with the others, your poem has great potential. May I suggest a different title? "Waking"