Tea Time [pretty Old Poem] Poem by Bjorn Visser

Tea Time

As I go to bed
Just before I sleep
I wonder in silence
Why you chose me?
Why you rest in my room?
Is it something I once said?
Is it the thoughts in my head?
Do you swim through them with me
Is all you want
Your cup of tea?
Did you come with a message?
A message from the dead
Did she lift her hand
and now will never lift her head?
Do you prefer sugar?
one
or two?
And did you also feel the need to change?
I’ll be honest when I say
I prefer for you to stay
So you can be a witness
You can take me to my grave.
I thought my time would never end
My tea times almost up
And the blades inside my drawer
Seem to be my midnight snack
No wonder you are here
And you spend so much time inside my head?
You put these feelings there
For me to pour out on a page
You know that blood leaves stain marks
Please, clean up after me
I only need a minute
To be less than I have ever been
Thanks for always coming
Our time has run to end
I fear this tea was my last
But I’m sure
that we will meet again