Coffee

Too much coffee these days

is all I recline to, this phase

No more friends waiting for secrets 

to be spilled from pockets to pockets,

no more weighed down shoulders,

no more suppressed laughs

A little more coffee, a little overdose

only to grip my self on toes

for the world may flip this breath or the next

the pages, the prints, an unfair text

I've read as many as trillion times 

the ludicrous plays, the melancholic hymns.

A cup more of coffee, each passing day 

an hour more of night, awake I stay

to ward off sleep, the wild nightmares

deep unto the dark of my eyes, that stare

to hobble my frenzied demons at bay

and a head that droops down all through the day

to push down the throat, the heavy and dark

lumps that creep up with dead flashbacks 

Bring more coffee, bring 'em on

from sips to gulps, I've already moved on 

Too much coffee is never too much

for there's nothing more true in my life as such.