After a complete loss of sleep and a pain filled night, the old man drags his breathless lifeless corpse out of a sunken bed of jagged shards of glassy thorny rocky steel, unable to yet see as the classical music plays he scrapes his rigamortis filled body across the floor to prepare his coffee, as his hands shake and tremble he pours in the water and counts the scoops of grind, after fumbling he manages to plug in the percolator and as the coffee begins to perc he shuffles off to the toilet where his bowels bellow out in a hungerous rage, as he blankly stares into the abyss his reflection in the mirror shows his disheveled hair and beard simply too tired to care hs stumbles back to his bed, where he struggles to pull on his socks and pants, he slips on his slippers and pours a cup of coffee then he gently packs scraps of tobacco into his pipe and steps out the door, the morning is dark as a cosmic void, the air hot like an oven burning with a tub of steaming water, as the world has yet to wake it is clear not a soul will take care for the horrish plight the old man is forced to endure yet another day; You can encourage my continued useless #poetry, creativity and expression of self, #commentary, random thoughts, #philosophy and ideas, and by doing so your helping to feed, house and clothe a #disabled man living in #poverty, $5-10-15 It All Helps, via #cashapp at $woctxphotog or via #paypal at paypal.com/donate?campaign_id=…