The Bitter Bean Benediction

A villanelle about the magic of morning coffee.

Before this cup, I’m barely half awake,
I pledge my soul to coffee, dark and strong.
Without its spell, my thoughts refuse to wake.

The alarm attacks; my bones begin to ache,
I shuffle, growl, convinced the day is wrong.
Before this cup, I’m barely half awake.

The pot gurgles like magic in the make,
A wizard trapped where bitter beans belong.
Without its spell, my thoughts refuse to wake.

I spill a drop, disaster, grave mistake,
I mourn it like a loss I can’t prolong.
Before this cup, I’m barely half awake.

My mug sits lonely with a piece of cake,
It’s not enough; I need the java gong.
Without its spell, my thoughts refuse to wake.

So praise the brew that keeps my soul from break,
That turns my groans to something like a song.
Before this cup, I’m barely half awake;
Without its spell, my thoughts refuse to wake.

Line Count: 19
Prompt: Write a Villanelle.
Written for: "The Writer's Cramp" 
Poem Style: "Villanelle"