I sit alone,
Staring at their orders.
Refuelling stations for weary souls,
Admiring the healing nature of cafes.
.
I sip my black coffee,
Enjoying the bitterness.
Coloured like my soul
I stare into the watery abyss.
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My hit points rise,
Along with my spirit.
Human company a rare treat,
To this tortured spirit.
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Wallet drained, stomach filled.
I retreat to the darkness of my corner.
Alone I write better,
But I fear for what I have lost!
The StoryTeller 
4 responses to “Watching | Poem”
I like writing in cafes…
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Billy Joel’s The Piano Man popped into my head while reading this. Sometimes people go somewhere when in need of not wanting to be alone.
Cafes are cool.🙂
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I am glad this inspired such a cool connection 🙂 Thank you for reading!
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