Addiction

I’m an addict

And I know it!

I revere two of the three Cs:

Coffee, candy, and cigarettes.

I love my coffee alone with my contemplation

Of life, likes, posts, news, like a great commotion,

Flitting from one to the next trying to see

What’s best before I rest to be free.

Posts galore and replies of mine

Make my day, as the taste of Coffee

Feels like a sinful pleasure.

With my dark drink, I bite into chocolate,

And drift into a coma at heaven’s gate.

I savor the sweetness along the strength

Of body of the coffee and it’s bitterness.

Life with the morning rituals

Cake, candy, chocolate, coffee and sweets

Is like life without a hero like Ferrero,

Or Cadbury, Mars, KitKat, and Aero!

Raising the bar in a day filled

With noise, poised to litter the mind

With fear, worry, and being drear!

So my habitual start is set in stone:

Coffee, contemplation, quiet that have

A lead to social media, news, where I refuse

To succumb to its dadarkness

That needs to twist your morning addictions

Into a depressive, foggy darkness.

Let your coffee’s wisdom fill

Your empty cup with hope that will

Reject to solidify into despair,

But reaches in your depths to repair.