Awake Without Coffee Poem by Bryan Riley

Awake Without Coffee



I never knew before
how a thing could
be so painful yet
wrapped in so many
layers of cotton batting

(My head's gone numb)

as quitting sleep
cold turkey
without the
methadone of
caffeine

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Bryan Riley

Bryan Riley

Salem, Massachusetts
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