Coffee Stains

“Coffee stains”

The coffee stained the paper.

The caffeine helps so i can

stay up later. 

My mind is kind of racing but not like running,

more like pacing.

Each thought is a flutter,

a whisper in the dark as it echoes in the silence

and leaves a fleeting mark.

Ideas collide, tangling and intertwining

in this restless, sleepless bind.

The night is art, painted on a canvas with time,

where dreams and reality blur and rhyme.

In the quiet,

when there is the stillness my heart finds a kind of fullness.

The coffee stained the paper,

leaving traces of the night

in the morning's gentle glow.