The acrid bite, a morning's sting,
Black brew that wakes, a bitter thing.
Steam curls aloft, a wispy sigh,
As sleep departs with bleary eye.
The porcelain cup, cool in hand,
Holds liquid darkness, coarse sand.
A single sip, a jolt that jars,
Chasing away the drowsy stars.
The bitter tang, a welcome friend,
Sharpens senses, sets mind to mend.
Thoughts take flight, a focused stream,
Fueled by darkness, not a dream.
The world unfurls, details defined,
Energy surges, purpose aligned.
Though harsh the taste, a price to pay,
For clarity's dawn, to face the day.
But as it cools, the sweetness hides,
A hint of chocolate, where bitterness bides.
A subtle shift, a lingering grace,
A hidden reward in the bitter's embrace.
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I love my coffee to be bitter! Yummy poem!