Coffee
☆Faith☆ (A Series Of Poems)
Hot or iced
Sometimes creamer or cold foam
Dark not light
Cold brew at home
Last semester it was all that entered my system
Stayed awake past 12 a.m.
Friday night do it again
This semester I use it sparingly
It no longer has the same effect
I've gotten used to the jitters
The anxiety that slowly swells
Intrusive thoughts that tug at my shirt
Needing to fill that caffeinated hole
The bitter taste on my lonely lips
The ones that only hold sips of late night beverages
Taking in the sweet aroma
Light ice more volume
The emptiness of my young blood wallet
The addiction feels so good to take in
Feel good for a moment until I'm all out of sips
Only ice remains
Until I drink that too
My cup empty
Like the soul I tend to
Written on: March 9, 2021