Another Day - Another Morning Coffee
The black depths
of a coffee beckon the mind
into a bottomless gaze - you stir
and feel yourself swirl
in a dizzying haze and hope
you will slowly dissolve
into nothing at all.
But somehow you manage
to hold, grab the edges,
survive another close call.
Copyright © Paul Willason | Year Posted 2025
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