Hopeless Morning

[shiverlove]

I know this isn't the kind of poetry that is usually posted here, but I would really like some feedback, <3
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Hopeless Morning

Consciousness bleeds through, the dream has fled.
A groan, it is mine and it is revolting. It resonates in the empty room.
It blares through my eardrums, dissolves the silence, dissolves me.
Sore muscles creak, the mattress follows suit.
Eyes squeeze shut, I don't want to see the light today.
It is morning, wicked radiance has slithered past the slits in my blinds.
Why do my blinds fail me when I need them the most?
Daylight plays on my face, my wrist.
It is bright and innocent and warm.
So why do I feel so cold?