black coffee...
a blood pressure pill,
one aspirin, two ibuprofen,
and up to face the day!
what doesnt hurt
often fumbles or stumbles.
set your chin,
and tear down a wall!
truth barks,
and often growls.
what stinks just stinks,
no need to cover!
the work we do
with mechanical souls,
merely feeds the body,
what about the mind?
years sharpen doubt...
cold water is cold.
and poverty and loss...
you know the rest!
black coffee...
dont try to sell me.
i can still feel the heat,
and my soul is not for sale!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A great poem, A4e (my poem) tried to get me to sell my soul, and bow down them, it was not going to happen. A fantastic write.