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Coffee Anyone?

by James Zealy


My mood evokes a noisy silence
Coffee, muffins, memories fade
Defined by an obsessed desolation
Where a vacuum of thought persists

I sit on the edge of survival
Awaiting the end game
Where a carriage
Black as midnight awaits

Uncontrolled control frustrates
A theme that is not defined
Where planned tranquility
Is lost as motivation empties

Mindless snippets of conversation
Becomes a demonic passenger
Feeding a troubled psyche
Devoid of reality understanding

Emptiness fills this fate
Distraction leaves no excuse
Brooding energy remains
Screaming noiseless into oblivion

Scuttled ideas for another time
Aimlessly write their way
On a disappearing empty page
Of a mind losing originality

06/14/2016

Author's Note: This is coming from a dark place, I am not sure why.

Posted on 06/14/2016
Copyright © 2020 James Zealy

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by George Hoerner on 06/14/16 at 10:02 PM

I love this James and I would say this a sufficient enough originality in this to say you haven't lost much if any. Keep it going like this and it will last a long time I'm sure!

Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 06/16/16 at 04:02 PM

Certainly expresses effectively a very brooding place. I really liked the phrases "vacuum of thought," "uncontrolled control," "screaming noiseless into oblivion," and especially that last stanza. The coffee and muffins is kind of a grounding element of the daily communion, a place we've all been, I think. Thanks for this.

Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 07/21/16 at 03:01 PM

Well expressed James. I've found that writing is one of the best therapeutic ways of getting through those dark thoughts and periods.

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