O coffee, ebullient nectar
Spilled across ice and cocoa,
Inviting, begging consumption.
O barista, underpaid minor
Spread far too thin,
Blending, infusing flavors
The people, complacent patrons
Coming and going,
Speaking, saying nothing.
O pages, lined parchment,
Where lost words run from ink
O pen, my dear messenger
Deliver these ideas unborn
O hunger, seething pains
Waiting to be sated
With food, sweet indulgence.
These concepts die,
Upon my white sanctuary,
Unlocking my frozen vocabulary.
This café calls
To my inner scribe
Write, search
Find who you are,
Who you will be.
Evolve, learn
Move, overcome
Drink, write.
About the Creator
Mack Devlin
Writer, educator, and follower of Christ. Passionate about social justice. Living with a disability has taught me that knowledge is strength.
We are curators of emotions, explorers of the human psyche, and custodians of the narrative.
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