Bitter

As bitter as coffee?

He doesn't wait until the weekend

to pour whiskey in his coffee.

From the scream of the alarm

every miserable Monday

to the last exhausted sighs

of slow Friday evenings, 

he pours coffee into his liquor. 

He spends his weekdays numb,

able to work, unable to think,

going through the motions like a machine

with a taste in his mouth

almost as bitter as the ones

that others have left him. 

Reviews

[xCasper]

I feel like this absolutely sums up the general bleak feeling of my life right now.
Numb.

[gabiaimee]

I'm terribly sorry to hear that you're feeling that way.

[LaKyra]

I love the tie in of the subject. Well done!

[free will]

I really like this, how you've portrayed the subject. Well done!

[Elisa]

This honestly made me tear up a little bit. This is me right now, in the middle of the semester, and it sucks. I'm just so amazed when people can put into words exactly how I'm feeling. Thank you so much for this poem.