I could taste it,
The bittersweet touch of coffee spreading out in my lustrous tongue.
That same old ecstacy that drowns me from this unreal pain of ours.
Indeed,
The same old feeling of which I cannot conquer.
The battle of the sweet and bitter taste of the past,
That vividly rushes through my bloodstream,
Corrupting my mind from the truths in front of me.
I swore how the taste made me feel it again;
That chilling sensation that make my body shiver,
Almost dead like those people inside the wreckship that was said to be made by the Gods.
I know,
That for every sip causes me a thousand pain I can no longer hold.
Up until the last drop that make me realize;
"Oh, my break is almost done."
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A Ludicrous World
PoetryA Collection of Poetry written by Kyle Patrick De Guzman It is a world filled with absurdity where only a few could understand and take. It is all real or could just be a mere possibility - for some. "Nothing is absurd as long as it is real and plau...
