09-27-2017, 04:57 AM
Your words mean nothing,
Simply the foam
that tops my morning coffee
disappearing with each sip.
Fingers tapping,
troll-like senses tingling
your tongue
turns the litmus paper red.
Hiding behind your keyboard,
reaction is your rush,
an adrenaline junkie
craving your next fix.
You grasp at that
which others do not wish to hear,
ripping at sores.
But I will not rise,
I understand your pain,
a child alone in a playground.
Simply the foam
that tops my morning coffee
disappearing with each sip.
Fingers tapping,
troll-like senses tingling
your tongue
turns the litmus paper red.
Hiding behind your keyboard,
reaction is your rush,
an adrenaline junkie
craving your next fix.
You grasp at that
which others do not wish to hear,
ripping at sores.
But I will not rise,
I understand your pain,
a child alone in a playground.