Hot coffee
In my cup
Black
Deep and dark
My cup or my
soul?
Swirling,
whirling
Stir it up
Trouble is
brewing
Darkness approaching
Steam, like soft
tendrils
Falling up
instead of down
Upside-down world
Where wrong is
right
And good is bad
Day turns into
night,
No dusk
No dawn
No clouds
No milk
Just empty black
sky
Everlasting
Is it real?
Can I touch it?
Where am I?
Am I flying or am
I falling?
Tumbling down the
stairs with no parachute
Do I exist?
Is this real?
Hot coffee
In my cup
Steaming
Black
Bottomless pit
Don’t fall in.
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