Its calming bitterness rewinds the past
How sugary life was, however lonely.
With a sip, waking the weeping sleepy soul,
Consoling these breathing wounds.
Dipping a humble pie, softens all.
Comforts and invigorates the enervated tongue.
Its caffeinated scent opens reality.
That Life was broke before t'was broken.
The cup endures all hell inside.
It needn't strength to be the vessel.
It was chosen before coffee was poured.
Better than any glass, it is!
As each morning blossoms with great delight
Table praises its mustered bravery.
Chairs bow and greet its loyalty
Its passion and courage to be a cup for coffee.
YOU ARE READING
SAD BRAVERY
PoetryIT IS SO SAD TO BE BRAVE FOR YOUR LOVE, WILL, AND COMMITMENTS. THIS IS A COMPILATION OF POEMS OF MY APPEALS.
