Apologies unknown and broken bones,
grieving ghosts giving up on their own,
and my mind is a skeleton,
of ivory and puzzles.
Cream spilling into hot black coffee,
swirling like curls of dragon smoke.
Some say let go softly.
I say never, never, let go of hope.
I try to lose the heavy hanging thoughts
in my banged and stained coffee cup,
diving deep into that fathomless void
until I'm gasping and come up.
So I'm here in the bitter end.
I've got a smoke and a grin.
I'm pacing like a tiger,
but at least I can say that I'm writing again.
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