Bleary Eyed

Bleary eyed,

Bloodshot from too little sleep,

I glare with intent into a cup of black coffee.

~~

A shimmering pool of obsidian,

Strong, deep and steaming,

Aroma bitter, bordering on unpleasant.

~~

A look in the mirror bares a distasteful reality,

I look old, I feel old,

Much older than my years.

~~

Bags under the eyes black and purple,

Fifteen rounds of life,

Beating the senses until they are bruised.

~~

Tired beyond belief,

I should not be,

Is not an hour of uninterrupted sleep enough?

~~

Medication seems my only respite,

No dreams, at least none bound to my weary memory,

Just sleep, black, uneventful sleep.

~~

Tomorrow I will wake,

Groggy from the self-induced coma,

A useless splash of cold water to prod arousal.

~~

Another cup of bad coffee,

Strong, black and bitter,

Maybe today I should just stay in bed.

~~ D. R. DiFrancesco ~~

2 thoughts on “Bleary Eyed

    • Actually I have been drinking a good bit of tea of late. 🙂 This poem was brought on by a blood test that I had to fast for not realizing that I could drink coffee or tea black, which I do anyway. I have to say that I had forgotten how bad caffeine withdrawal is. 🙂 I’m much better now.

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