Coffee

The flavor was scolding on my tongue. One milk, two sugar, It all started with an offer, Now look at what I have become. Hunched over a porcelain mug, Sun long gone, brain alight, Slender fingers tremble lightly, Clenched around the bitter drug. Figures move in the darkness, I see eyes blinking from the walls, Judging softly, as I waste my hours, To the world only a carcass. Voices screaming in my brain, I cannot close my heavy eyes, For if I do, If I give in to slumber, I fear I’ll never wake again.