Sadness Coffee

A love a nightmare
a nightmare,
not love.

As night
gives up
at the first hint of
morning

itself
to drowsiness.

T
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from the kitchen cabinet
in poly packs 

milk,
coffee.

A new day has begun.

Its warmth wins new territory,
its aroma breeds salubrious peace,
its froth bloats.
Tall as hope.

Only the bitterness doesn’t go.

Twenty sugar cubes wasted- a life
that’s swirling like a nightmare
is a nightmare
not life.