My coffee is cold,
My hands are numb,
My mind is blank,
Of expressions to bank
This word play, is killing me
Need a break from sanity,
To find my insane, crazy, lunatic mind
To play this game…
My coffee is cold,
My hands are numb,
My mind is blank,
So let me go
To find creation within
My soul
(C) 2015 JAnn Bowers of Echoic