Breakfast for One

 

Early morning walking

With hunger a knocking

Rumbling stomach talking

 

There’s purpose to my stroll

Calming for my tormented soul

Steps propel me to regain control

 

No company I might annoy

A courtesy, my choice to avoid

Re-learning what it is to enjoy

 

Walking helps me to rebuild

Sense of calm, relaxed and chilled

Stomach grumbles to be filled

 

No more needed to be persuaded

Lusting to have my hunger sated

Stomach longs to be elated

 

I know of a twenty-four hour cafe

That’s really not that far away

That’ll do the rumbles say

 

Dreams of sausage, bacon and eggs

My stomach loudly gurgles and begs

Hurrying my hungry legs

 

Walking already for a couple of hours

Amid light rain, drizzling showers

Thinking of breakfast I’ll soon devour

 

Time is only five twenty

Cafe is completely empty

Walk has me slightly sweaty

 

Taking a table in the corner

Hunched over menu planning my order

Radio plays, staff lazily murmur

 

Once again to eat alone

No-one to hear my stomach groan

No-one to burden with tired moans

 

Waitress comes over to enquire

What is it that my heart desires

Nervously I begin to perspire

 

Placing my order hungrily

Exposing ravenous gluttony

Waitress flirts with me subtly

 

Talks a while, puts me at ease

Words laced with playful tease

Knowing a tip is all she sees

 

Coy affection caught my attention

It’s a service industry convention

Would be nice if this was an exception

 

Music plays, not to my taste

Refuse to judge or to lambaste

Earphones in, from the world displaced

 

Eyes surreptitiously follow the waitress

Images forming all of them tasteless

Quiet adoration, never courageous

 

Rearranging the condiment pots

Waitress has my stomach in knots

Distracting me from my tortured thoughts

 

Breakfast arrives, a welcome sight

Thanks given, always polite

Waitress smiles to my fluttering delight

 

Tucking into my morning meal

Cleaner around me, less than ideal

Annoyance has to be concealed

 

The smell of bleach fills the air

My meals aroma being impaired

Cleanliness does show they care

 

Perfume lingers through bleach and bacon

Smitten with the wait staff maiden

Pleasant thoughts have been awakened

 

Contented, fleeting, harmless distraction

Wandering eye of attraction

Sighs of simple satisfaction

 

Soothing presence of another

Forgetting reasons that I suffer

Dreams turn to romantic hunger

 

Serenely stirring cappuccino foam

Wondering if I’d think like this alone

Having my breakfast, hidden at home

 

Dangers can come from isolation

Avoiding any conversation

Depression from social deprivation

 

Walking alone in summer rain

Fostering all internal pains

Pressure builds, increasing strain

 

Can’t always remain myself

Never good for mental health

Internalised thoughts can overwhelm

 

Mental relief can come from company

Brief conversation, albeit reluctantly

Sometimes nice to talk to somebody

 

Contentment comes at a shock

Respite from the tormented walk

Glad the waitress stopped to talk

 

Confident she’s unaware

Kindness shown to me is rare

More concerned her tip is fair

 

Seductive charms are very effective

Fictional pleasantries, my perspective

Self worth already proven defective

 

Denying the possibility of romance

Unwilling, not ready to take a chance

Happy with no more than a glance

 

Conversation, talking cure

Relationship will be kept pure

Despite the breathtaking allure

 

Meal devoured, happily paid

Stomach filled, rumbles fade

Thoughts suppressed, torments stayed

 

Never the intended destination

Merely a stop to quell starvation

Filled with food and affirmation

 

Beleaguered mind still remains

Unwashed by the morning rains

Soothed instead, by social bonds and chains

 

Small gestures from a stranger

Show the best of human nature

Rescue from internalised danger

 

Respite over, time to leave

Morning mission achieved

Calmed and feeling quite relieved

 

Once more into the rains I roam

Headed in the direction of home

Not as burdened as I walk alone

 

Walking off torments in dawns rising sun

Isn’t always the answer when you’re coming undone

There’s comfort to be found in breakfast for one

 

 

Cameron D Hamilton 10/07/2016


 

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9 thoughts on “Breakfast for One

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  2. Hi,
    You have a real talent for rhyme. I love rhyme. Kin of a sad poem.
    Congratulations on being Danny Ray’s featured blogger. I was his featured blogger too. Maybe you can check out my blog if you need a blogging tip or two. That’s what I write about.
    Janice

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    1. Thank you so much, that’s so kind of you to say!
      Yes that was quire the shock, Danny has a great blog and it’s quite the honour to be featured.
      I’m always looking for advice on making my way through this mad blogging world, I’ll have to come by your blog!!

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        1. You e got a lot of really interesting content. I wish I had more time to delve deeper but I suppose it’s always there. I look forward to getting deeper in when time allows but I found some stand out today that really peaked my interest!

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