Morning Rituals

by sharpmove · 20/03/2026
Published 20/03/2026 18:10

The creak of my spine as I rise from the bed,

like an old wooden floor, where each step feels dread.

Pops and cracks sing an unsettling tune,

a chorus of mornings, an off-key monsoon.


Awake to the echoes, the sounds of my bones,

a reminder of aging, the weight of the stones.

In silence they whisper, each sound feels so clear—n

the symphony of morning, a routine I can’t steer.

#aging #existential dread #morning ritual #mortality #physical pain

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