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My coffee sits in front of me, cold and untouched
I remember it is there as my head I hang down
I take a sip to prevent the migraine from coming on
Wincing as the acridness lingers on my tongue
Like so many other things within this wasted life of mine
My coffee has become abandoned and forgotten
Resentment as cold and bitter as the contents of my mug
Fills my heart and overtakes my already desperate thoughts
I stare at my pillow across the room waiting for me
The irony of my condition on me is never lost
Loneliness and depression keep me awake at night
I care not to function in the harsh hours of the daylight
The desperation and sadness of this existence of mine
Seems somehow softer and romanticized by the darkness
Yet, it is the isolation and inefficiency of this night-dwelling life
That keep me from the caring company for which I long
These hours bring out the artist in me, the poetβs soul
But it is these same hours that highlight that which I lack
The moon is softer and seems more embracing
That same softness highlights the poignancy of my condition
When the rest of the world is eagerly in pursuit of accomplishment
I eagerly pursue the resting world far away from their successes
I take another sip and embrace the bitterness on my tongue
It matches my soul and seems fitting in this moment
There is no sweetener capable of taking away
This sourness that lives inside my soul so dark
I look again to my pillow at the far end of this
Far too brightly lit and empty room of mine
My pillow beckons me, and I answer its temptation
My coffee once again lumped in with my
Long-since forgotten dreams and aspirations
That only the productive hours of the daylight can bring
My head lands on the pillow, and it is determined
Though it feels harder and colder in the daylight hours
Serving as a reminder of my own inadequacies
I close my eyes and embrace my fate of a prisoner
Contained in this cell of self-loathing and regret
I scan the darkness behind my lids and readily embrace
The all too temporary but welcome release
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About the Creator
Lena Folkert
Alaskan Grown Freelance Writer π€ Lover of Prose
Former Deckhand & Barista π€ Always a Pleaser & Eggshell-Walker
Lifelong Animal Lover & Whisperer π€ Ever the Student & Seeker
Traveler π€ Dreamer π€ Wanderer
Happily Lost π€ Luckily in Love
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