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



Copyright owned by Jay Cool, April 2019

Image by congerdesign from Pixabay



Published by The Silly-Savvy Salopian

Freelance writer and descendant of the cave dweller and outlaw, Humphrey Kynaston. Banished from Shropshire for my eccentricity, I have made my home in Suffolk. I write poetry, short stories, travel journals, comedy gig reviews and non-fiction articles. My wish is to write my way back into the heart of my birth land. All writing commissions (and free holidays in Shropshire!) considered.

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