They say grab a book and read,
Sip warm and fragrant tea
A cozy blanket's a need,
Sweeten tea with honey.

But I have read a hundred books,
And drown myself in tea
Yet what happened to me - look!
Life's as sweet as stale honey.

I can't drown these thoughts in  an ocean of words
Nor what I feel even in a pool of tea,
For they do not fly, nor soar like birds,
But buzz and hum unceasingly.

It's not about good books
Nor the way I sweeten and stir my tea,
If on my face - an empty look
Yet in every greet -  'you look lovely.'

So I won't grab another book
Nor sip another cup of tea,
When tears in these eyes a brook
Nothing's sweet - not even honey.

And I won't flip another page,
Instead, flip my light switch  dead,
For these bees aren't in a hive, but a cage
I'll just paint my wrists red.