A Black Coffee's Chill Poem by Inner Whispers

Tossed my slippers, walked barefooted
thru the alley of my wall where my paintings are adorned,
saw the canvasses lined neatly on wall
where dimlight of longings path throughout the hall...

Chosen good ones, brewed best
aroma of this black coffee so crisp,
haunts me in a night's fright
of tormenting silence throughout the night!

A teaspoon of sugar is added
with this black coffee in my mug is mixed,
halt for a while to smell it's effects,
savoring the bitterness as it touches my lips.

I traced to hallway, stood at the glass window,
3: 30 in the morning, no one not even any vehicles flow,
into the streets lights blinking routinely
as my mind wander for an unhealthy imaginary.

A shot of gun, bullet on my shoulder
as I escape from a path so dark in my mind which alter,
I run...run as fast as I could
and lift the gun out of my motorbike's hood!

A shadow...laughing and running
in my mind he is chasing,
I stop, look and lean
on the dark wall of the 14th street so clean.

But wind blows suddenly steadfast,
dirt and dust kissed my face and blinded my eyes,
I am blind for a split in 15 seconds
and there the man stood afront of me and beckons!

Grabbed my arm and snatched the gun
twisted me facing the wall with his arm so damn,
I felt his anger through his breath
and say, 'Lady, end of your road, enough, have a rest! '

Then he forced me to face him
grabbing me by hand so firm,
his weight upon me, so close I can't breathe
and my surprise, his face mellowed and plant me a kiss!

Split seconds, that vision came
and I realized I am so lame,
that imaginary vision strikes me well
and brought my black coffee to chill!

A Black Coffee's Chill...! ? !

(I believe that visions happen at split seconds. Can this be a warning or a message?)