Black Coffee ...

Agony and pain have struck me badly
still i am willing to stand, although a bit oddly

The world is laughin at my misery ,
yet i have found solace, both refreshin and crispy ,

The mind is dull with random spurts of activity,
the smoke is rising in the air and the wind is drifty,

My friends say not to worry and stay positive,
but i stay misty eyed, optimistic refraining from the negative,

rowing the boat of life alone ,
the way lost and the body feeling frail and reduced to bones ,

knowledge has become a distant dream ,
The bitter taste of a "black coffee" with no cream ....