Dedication: The Rabbit and the Dragon Rabbit
Inspiration: March break alienation
This poem was originally written last year, but I somehow misplaced it. I used the title and came up with a different poem with a similar sentiment, but more recent. The earlier poem would have comprised of the last two paragraphs and the idea expressed in those, but I felt it was important to add them now. I lot changed within a year, a lot. It's highly probably that the poem would not make much sense, except to the persons it was written for, yet, those who can understand will know what I felt, what I still feel, and what I stopped feeling...
Clutching a mug of coffee, I stare at the brown liquid
That now dominated my morning routine.
A bitter solution to some recent bitter knowledge,
Yet comforting was that caffeine.
Clutching a mug of coffee, I stare at that green icon
That now haunted my lifeless days.
How I longed to see orange blinking lights,
To see that name among the rest ablaze.
Clutching a mug of coffee, I stare at the black phone
That left me yearning for a distant voice.
I smiled, thinking what could have been time spent talking
Now passes while I play with food, no remorse, no rejoice.
Clutching a mug of coffee, I stare at a yellow sticky note
That reminded me of lost beginnings.
I traced the creases left by the folds with my finger,
The comfort it once provided, now thinning.
Clucthing a mug of coffe, I stare into that gray past
That now left me at the crossraod of my life.
His wishes were the painful truth, waiting to be accepted,
A reality to be learned if I had to survive.
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Year
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Clutching a mug of coffee, I stare into myself
That made me realize it couldn’t have faded.
Fires will burn without being reduced to ashes
Too red, too strong it is to be dissuaded.
Clutching a mug of coffee, I stare into the present
That made me grin at my insatiable addiction.
Now to count the hours, wait in longing,
Reassurance, taking care of all afflictions.
-Purti Awal , 2005