the coffee's too bitter
and i'm losing sight
of a rose-colored dream
that tethers me to actuality.
i wish i could sleep but
the acridness permeates,
feeding my mind with a thought
that runs, and falls,
and caves in—
like a dying star,
devouring any hope of
a good morning's delight.
the unwelcome has now stirred awake,
so i hide between these words
and wait for salvation to
take me under its wing.
alas, the clock keeps on ticking.
maybe peace never visits at night.
Jul 11, 2019
Jul 11, 2019 at 1:23 AM UTC
the coffee's too bitter
and i'm losing sight
of a rose-colored dream
that tethers me to actuality.
i wish i could sleep but
the acridness permeates,
feeding my mind with a thought
that runs, and falls,
and caves in—
like a dying star,
devouring any hope of
a good morning's delight.
the unwelcome has now stirred awake,
so i hide between these words
and wait for salvation to
take me under its wing.
alas, the clock keeps on ticking.
maybe peace never visits at night.
- wrote this when i should've been studying for my calc finals (which i was gloriously failing)
- revisited april 24 2026.