Morning Coffee

by Selfrejected   Feb 18, 2013


When the words met pen
And all that came out
Meant nothing
I knew today
Like most
Would hold torment
At my front door

I step out
The cold
Biting at me
Every piece of relevance
Freezing and breaking
A tumultuous look back
At all that is to proceed

Oh, the day
It pleads
Oh, my body
It pleads
Go back to sleep

Maybe, I just need
To stop forgetting my morning coffee

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