Read Poem: A John Doe Cup of Joe, by Brady Spicer

“Take a single sip,
And you’ll be a bit better.”
I wish that it was that simple,
My temple feels ill and fettered.
Like chilled chains that weigh,
And eventually make me pay,
For my sad loneliness,
As holding this,
A cup of black abyss,
Like shriveled lips of a damned death kiss.

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