Caffeine

Maybe there’s something

In my coffee every morning

Something that’s there

To prepare me for the day ahead

Something that perhaps

Pulls my spirit down without warning

Something that maybe

Shouldn’t be allowed into my head

 

Later in the night

I lie still awake in my own bed

That was the night that

I knew I needed to escape town

It was the night that

I realised where all my demons lead

That cold lonely night

My mind finally began to drown

 

Maybe there’s something

In my coffee every morning

That in the cold night

Infests inside my head and pulls me down.

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About Greg Moss

25 year old English and Media Graduate based in Manchester, UK. Contact me at: literatureandlethargy@gmail.com
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