Afternoon, all. Today does not feel so bad a day. Does not feel so foreign a feeling. This pain will linger a long time, no doubt. It’s up to me to understand it. To make life what it should be. My love will stand strong, keeping me and others afloat. It must. There’s no other option. Without further ado:
Coffee
Peering into the well
Look upon the darkness inside
Smell its aromas
Feel its effects
A distraction
Simply distracting
Ripples in the black
Never sweet, take it back
Drinking from your chalice
Topping up on malice
Down the rabbit hole…
Went little Alice
The Queen of Cosmos peers down upon you
Or up
How can you be sure?
Her eyes Follow you
Issuing an Edict
Listen close
She only speaks it once
Ready for the seance
You speak to ghosts
And they reply
Watch out!
You’re burning the lye
How can you clean up all this mess
Absent any soap?
Poems by Sam 