Black water is not the same as coffee

I would put the light on
but I don’t have any money,
so I sit in the dark
writing poems that are not funny.

I eat bread
because I can’t afford toast;
I got to bed alone
because I hurt those
who loved me most.

© Copyright D. Archer October 2011

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