Coffee
Coffee
My senses blurred,
The brain seems fogged,
Eyes don’t open,
The voice is but a squeak,
Can’t walk straight,
My hands vibrate,
The room spins around,
And I sink deep.
Is this what death is,
Is this the end of life,
To meet my maker
Isn’t in my scheme of things
Relax, my darling,
You aren’t dying, not yet,
For I brought you the brew,
The magic potion.
A touch of it
Will clear the cobwebs,
A cup of it
Will bring you back to life.