#921903 added October 5, 2018 at 2:20pm Restrictions: None
Stained Vessel of Delusion
Ode To My Coffee Mug
You are like no other
Perfectly shaped to hold more
Than 16 ounces of black brew
Colored by butter pecan creamer
My saccharin divers spun
Deeper inside, rise up
To my ever satisfied lips
Savoring life, words shared
As we commune alone
In this pale, sterile room
Facing the oval, flat plain
A clutter of scrawling
From last night's bedside mead
I hold porcelain-smooth warmth
In withering hand, knowing
Our delusion will eventually end
Your hull becoming lighter,
I admire how your ear
Steadfast holds, how?
Attached for life, or until
A fatal slip leaves you broken
And my dreams shattered
Of our days spent reminiscing
Fatally by the dimensionally
Restricted window access.
No escape for either, so...
Time to write to you, my friend,
Dear stained vessel of resurrection.
I love that they are not bothered by, my, punctuation!
'Cause few read me,.?!',
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