Two Cups of Tea
By M.G
Through the murky window my eyes search, yearn for attention
I’m on the outside looking in, befriended retention
In confinement I sit, betwixt a wit’s kindred dimension
Every sight I behold is cold, my life has no notable meaning
With all my inequities I’m incomplete, this feat is demeaning
I’m digressing more and more each day, I seldom hear a word
While my thinking is progressing beneath the day’s decay, escape absurd
I’m past the point of no return, word of my family’s seldom heard
Everyday I get minimum contact over raggedy speaker systems
Though my chances slim, I force a grin, hope is my conviction
I never leave my room though no movement, my body desires activity
My fire once was strong a-blaze, but now only a flame lives in me
My strength may be meager due to lack of stimulation
But my knowledge is a sharpened shank, hardened through tribulation
My notebooks are filled with my thought’s build up, words of every sort
It’s an abstract puzzle, random sayings, thoughts, and what I remember of sports
Every three days I decode this puzzle to uncover a solution
An odd story, filled with gory details of plains failed and hell’s retribution
My only link to my formidable past is two bags of Lemon Tea
Before I was admitted through my girl Joanna, that tea was given to me
Finally I reached my wits end ready to submit
This bed, this room, this whole life I wish to acquit
I gather my materials to cause a suspenseful death
I jot my final comments, speak through my pen’s pensive breath
As I secured the noose and said my final prayer to the G-O-D
Hopefully, he’ll remember me and let me have a peaceful day of tea
As I closed my eyes, I came to realize, I was at the foot of a lemon tree
Joanna was there with me with two cups of tea, and I was injury free
I stare to the heavens and ask why I was saved
Thank You for the two cups of tea is all I could say