Hi Chris, such an honest write. Mornings can be and are the often the most difficult part of the day for some. I hear you. Moved by your words and the struggle I felt contained within. The title says it all.

The other Chris

This is quite a good poem. It’s thought inducing, but not overly manic like some. I really like it.
Well done.

This is really good, felt a little sad reading it but that shows it’s good.

Mornings are hardest, I think. Just placing both feet on the floor is a victory. That first cup of coffee does more for me than I can say. We’re all in this thing called life, together. Thankfully, this venue offers us a human connection. Hang in there, Chris!

I feel the muse here is the dead one for eight years now.
Painful loss…she is no longer inside him. Either she forced him into the drugs or he forced her out because of them.
I think your poetry screams about the underside of life…the side many may not want to see because it mirrors them.
The unwanted sides.
This is really good, FD.
j.

Now that is interesting. That tiny brain was in control all that time. So we have the same tiny brain and respond just the same way as a man would. Was that article in the Times? Nice read

I was intrigued the whole time reading this.
Informative and entertaining!
With a side of “it wasn’t my fault”. Hahaha
Enjoyed the read.

I’m glad you enjoyed it. It is a fun one to perform, though it’s been a good while since I have done that.