True Love of Coffee

I lost myself
to madness
Everything was questioned
the moment
every feeling
became tainted with my corruption

Like a deafening roar it consumed the silence in my head
My soul was torn asunder
I begged for mercy
and I fell to my knees as I cried so desperately
so deeply, until my eyes simply asked why

This was not who I was
I screamed at a world deaf to this anguish
It could not hear nor touch my grief
Like razors the view of the world cut who I was
Yet I could do nothing but wish
to be whole,
to be free

Each stranger calmly walked by
Not losing even a single stride
Only casually glancing down as they could not care
I asked for help
I pleaded for them to take my hand

Eventually one soul
This courageous and brilliant person
Stopped by my side
Watching me ever so closely as I bled from my heart

And they reached out
A perfect white hand
Open
Caring
Offering to pull me from the darkness

I grasped it
My hand held onto it as if I had never held anything before
For a moment I was saved
Someone had lent me strength

Yet then I realized
My hands were covered red
The soul I had within me was too used
It had been begging too long
My fists were battered and bleeding from trying too long

And I let go
Having seen my life ruin such a perfect white hand
Someone trying to help me
A caring saint who only offered me comfort

and I repaid that charity
by tainting them as well

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