Coffee and InkA Poem by Chilson, JoshuaI think a lot in the morning while drinking my coffee. Stirring words around my cup fading in and out till they become something more.
I saw the words escape
down labyrinth like halls beyond doors blurry my mind a haze. Like the winter snow falls melting away once touching cheek I fumble mumble hearing the doors creak. And once again they flourish stirring my coffee with pen till I see darkness no more those dark hues turned creme. © 2016 Chilson, Joshua
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StatsAuthorChilson, JoshuaCarlisle, PAAboutI write poetry from life experience, though most won't seem that way as I never get into specifics to the events that bring about my work. I'm a silent individual for the most part which doesn't ma.. more..Writing
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