Void like the past it has settled in black,
Taste that cringed my muscles to lose hold on its tight,
Blood rushed through my veins as the strong brew fills the empty vessel,
Injecting a thousand ecstasies to bridge my soul back to reality.
It is true;
I must say.
It has accompanied me since before,
The one that resides whenever I am alone
And whenever I needed someone to comfort my salvaged soul.
The one that keeps me alive for the day,
The one that equips me with the weapon I need.
It is the one,
Oh! so powerful that the god themselves can't resist,
The purifying effects of it defy that darkness can't bear good.
It is the bean,
It is the coffee,
It is the one and only,
The one that can't leave you in the most desperate situation.
The Coffee!
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A Ludicrous World
PoetryA Collection of Poetry written by Kyle Patrick De Guzman It is a world filled with absurdity where only a few could understand and take. It is all real or could just be a mere possibility - for some. "Nothing is absurd as long as it is real and plau...
