that early morning
we're strict on what to drink
my coffee
my favorite coffee you insist
at noon
you choose the best salad of the place
you like Greek
in the afternoon
you pamper yourself with the best bagel
and your favorite choco this time
in the evening you're full
and you vomit everything
the body system has changed
and it is taking revenge
and you cannot choose
the coffee is fuming madness to the air
and then it gets cold
and keeps on bragging ' now, i can't have you and
you can't have me'
you can choose to die however
and take it
and if you do not embrace hope
deep into the sadness of denials
you can always drop the cup on the floor
and feel happy
about its breaking
the teaspoon is puzzled
all alone on that blue mantled table.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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