No Coffee

vagabondprophet:

It was awful

Don’t know how this happened,

But it’s true every word.

I journeyed today,

Early in the morn

To a place of sweat and toil.

Still dark when I ventured,

Sky still peeling back

To reveal its splendour

I missed that too,

So my gaze is empty

Just as my cup.

I runneth over with emptiness

My veins don’t know what to do

For today there is no coffee.

– Vagabond Prophet