Coco days – Part 1 – Coco Days - Acrostic
Calmly sitting here in the absence of sun,
Over eating thick dark chocolate.
Comparable to the kind beneath pretty colored foils,
Often molded into sweet compelling images.
Delusions of what could have been,
And my Easter was stolen from me.
Yes my joy season was taken from me,
So no smiling chocolates.
Cultivated bitterness eludes my mouth,
Oozing a coco high.
Carefully instilled for pleasure,
Opiate in some other life
Defiantly not my season
All over my life permeated bitterness,
Yes no coco for pleasure
Simply no trace in my life
Could it not have been pretty foil?
Or could it not have pasted sooner
Cannibalized I held my soul
Others obliviously sharing happy times
Do I get back what was taken?
And can time return into its syringe
Yelling at such a bitter meal set before me
Several times I drank from the gall
Commonly and openly my fate was sealed
Only the bile spread from my stomach
Cries to the Battle stations
Order, Order, Black robes and gavel
Divinely you gave me more life abundantly
And in taking them
You took more than I had
So Blood for blood and Eyes for eyes
Change the seasons eventually did
Overleaf bringing the sweat, the tears, the blades
Continuously they all nested around me
Openly waiting for my resuscitation
Demandingly the mirror only reflects truth
At last you have to face the face
Yet who can endure?
Steel once handed to you must cut swiftly
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poem by Stewart Green
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