Bleary eyed,
Bloodshot from too little sleep,
I glare with intent into a cup of black coffee.
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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 ~~
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