I

I sipped on tea

An old woman peeked

through the windows

of the coffee house

Old and Haggard

Misery dripped

from the folds of

her wrinkle-ridden face

II

It is tough

to shrug of ghoulish dreams

like habits that cling

and suck every ounce

of self esteem

But the fragrant flowers

that dangled from her braid

and touched my sleepy face

when she bowed down on me

with joy brushed straying strands of hair

and kissed my head

that used to be my wake up call

III

Demons pulled eyelids down

staggering, with flailing hands

tried to stay afloat

through the rancid air

I breathe

Gathered himself

out of fear

to look at the shadow

that appears

when washes his face

Eyes read

sleepless night, shameless day

or just a night of fright

lips sealed

lest the unspoken is said

the secrets unvieled