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.
Copyright © Oadie Davis | Year Posted 2021
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