Insomnia serves me coffee
in a cracked china mug...
leaving water marks
on the patina of my soul
as morning passers me by
upon the hostess trolly,
it's one wobbly wheel
squeaking tunelessly
mocking my
pain.
Feb 25, 2012
Feb 25, 2012 at 4:29 AM UTC
Insomnia serves me coffee
in a cracked china mug...
leaving water marks
on the patina of my soul
as morning passers me by
upon the hostess trolly,
it's one wobbly wheel
squeaking tunelessly
mocking my
pain.
When the mind starved of sleep we see things differently