The Steam of the Coffee
The steam of the coffee
leaves the cup
as my thoughts flood
my mind.
Questions without
answers
Sentences without a noun,
Senseless.
The darkest places in my head
tremble with fear
as light creeps
through.
But its the light...
it has the answers
it has the noun
it brings sense.
I take a sip of coffee
it's still warm.
Deep breaths
Deep thoughts.
The light floods it.
The darkness diminishes
and my head is clear,
everything makes sense now.
2:30 on the dot.
I look up,
and there
the epiphany.
I've lived my life wrong,
focused on society rules,
living senseless,
living it wrong.
But it was the coffee
that brought the light.
Its aroma woke me,
it cleared my mind.
A warm rich coffee
always...
brings a lost soul
back to life.
