I made black coffee to fill the need,
but something changed, I washed it down the sink.
I made black coffee to keep me strong,
but my doctor told me that’s not good enough.
How do I move forward when the sun is not shining?
Why call yourself honest when we both know your lying?
Words on paper don’t mean much these days.
Guard yourself in these unknown ways.
The mirrow looks good when I don’t look in it.
Addiction seems handled when we’re heavily medicated.
Copyright: April 2010 – J.A. Jones