“When all else fails, go to, coffee — you cannot go wrong with coffee, ever!” Gun Roswell

Life’s a drag, but coffee helps — always!

When you’re feeling sad, and life, really drags
Drags you, towards the end of the precipice
Precipice, where you now stand, looking down
Down, now, seems to be the only option
Option, because you are at the end of your rope
Rope, which now, seems so narrow and short
Short, as the fuse, you finally lit
Lit, and that, was the single and only fire left
Left, from the box of those cursed matches
Matches, all gone, gone, never coming back, like the last
Last, drop of coffee, that precious coffee, left
Left, in the now empty, hollow, sad pot
Pot, which once contained the only lifesaving liquid
Liquid, which was the only necessity to survive
Survive, it all seems such a waste now
Now, that I am standing here, here, on this, lonely ledge
Ledge, of the edge, of the verge, of my own sanity
Sanity, now totally and completely lost, because, I, have lost
Lost, the single most precious thing in the world
World, which from, I will now be, off of hurled
Hurled, into the dark abyss, of nothingness
Nothingness, because I simply, and honestly, have nothing left…

“Hey, here is your cup as promised. Hot, black, just like you like it!”

“Thanks!”

I smile, at the friendly offer, and take the cup into my cold hands. A sip, it feels so good! I lean back and sigh, in contentment this time. The warmth of the cup against my shaking hands, slowly calming me down, and I stop shaking. As I continues sipping, the dark liquid, let it fill my insides, I know that I am safe now and I could not be, happier!