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My Coffee Full of Gloom

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My Coffee Full of Gloom

Sitting and staring,
Wide awake!
Listening to inner voices.
Focusing on the life at stake,
And figuring out the choices.

Chaos is the storm inside,
All muddled and confused.
Fighting out the demon,
The soul has refused.
Vanity and sanity,
All set for doom!
Pondering in retrospect,
With my coffee full of gloom.

Noises are the sounds around,
Though they are music for the rest.
Willing to be calm and poised,
But often put to test.
Memories come back in flashes;
Best not to exhume.
Lost in my thoughts once more,
With my coffee full of gloom!

Daylight has peeked and said,
Lovely is the time,
A gush of wind blows my hair,
And also rings the chime.
Getting me all startled;
Making me assume,
It's gonna be a good morning!
As a reflection smiles back at me,
From my coffee full of gloom.

Farah N Huq
01.03.20

As the night gets deeper, a troubled soul often finds space for introspection. Tormenting emotions may gush out to the extent that everything, even a cup of coffee in hand, may seem bitter. But in the end, life goes on in its own rhythm, and we are forced to set out wearing a happy mask.

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