Trembling fingers hold
This brimming cup.
Coffee staring blankly.
Mirrored silence.
Bitter taste invades.
My tongue, no longer
Tastes. Scent of bliss
Lingers in my veins.
I drink too soon, cup
Upends, its contents
Spilled in my lap. Reflected
My soul and my heart.
—
Joseph is a 3rd Year Biology student at the Ateneo de Davao University.
Nice, another coffee poem! And there are hints of Poe’s The Raven at the end!