—a final act of defiance, brewed at the edge of collapse
The pot was dry, the day was done,
But still you brewed another one.
A stubborn hand, a trembling pour,
A ritual that asked for more.
The light was gone, the silence deep,
You sipped instead of choosing sleep.
The taste was rough, the grounds were old,
The coffee bitter, burned, and bold.
Your pulse kept time, your mind stood still,
The body begged, the will said, “Still.”
You drained it down, your teeth went numb,
The cup now empty, fingers dumb.
One final brew, one final stand,
The night obeys a steady hand.
📜 Last Cup Standing – The Recipe
Ingredients:
- 3 tbsp Ground Coffee (too strong, too late)
- 10 oz Water (boiling, insistent)
- Garnish: None—bravery doesn’t need decoration
Instructions:
Scoop coffee with reckless precision. Pour water that should’ve stayed on the stove. Ignore exhaustion. Brew as if it matters. Drink while staring into the dark. Don’t blink.