Bitter

This coffee’s too strong for me.

I can’t see the end, or the meaning in all that has been

I want to appreciate it, but all I taste

Are the dregs of what could have been

I’m afraid of the light and afraid of the dark

Because of what it doesn’t show

I want to understand why it all got burned

I’m afraid I’ll never know

So let’s raise a toast to the darkest of roasts

That did more than just make me jitter–

Maybe this brew can taste sweet, after all

Or maybe I’m just becoming

Bitter