Chocolate: A Silly Poem

 

I ate it.

But, it was too late.

Too late for the rush that I needed.

Too late for the rush that would satiate my feelings of hate.

Too late for me, Cate, to swallow my pride – too late to tell the tale of the hate that I ate.

And, in the knowing, the knowing that, already, it was too late –

too late for me, Cate, I carried on and ate some more.

On and on I ate, on and on until all of hate

became the tale of my

 fate.

 

Copyright owned by Jay Cool, April 2019

 
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