Black Coffee
Finding Hope In The Darkest Of Places
While trying to
Wipe away
The cobwebs of gray
Cluttering my mind.
While I try to look outside
Thru my soap stained window
I can only guess
By the gray caste.
My floor is painted
Gray.
And through it's chips
Is revealed a
Gray concrete floor.
My walls tho painted
Not gray
Only hide more
Gray
Concrete walls.
My aluminum
Toilet
Should shine but
I haven't been
Scrubbing it lately
And it has declined
Now
To a dull
Sheene
Of gray.
The old iron bars
My steel bunk...
A dark and
Grimey Gray.
Even my mattress
Where my body rests
White with it's gray stripes
Is made with a
Gray
Woolen blanket.
This color
It's cold
This gray.
It makes me shiver.
So hard to
Cover.
The colored paint is a lie
To the underlying shades that
Absorb
A very chilly air.
I'm drinking my coffee
Now.
I've made it
Black
This morning.
The water from my sink was
Warm,
And I am making a guess:
It's not yet time to give in.
A change of color
In any way.
Even one as odd as
Black...
It's the better way
To begin
END
About the Creator
Neil Heddings
Star I write so I can learn to live with who I am without destroying myself as punishment. Learn to love yourself if you ever hope to love at all.
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