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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

Continuously my orders never came
Only to hold back and return to the sheath
Clearly It’s harder to surrender to give honor
Opposed to dying to obtain honor

Dear me my death was written in the heavens
And yet my entry to heavens gate delayed
Yielded for a time when all has been accomplished
Someday the arrow will be shooting straight

Certainly the masters plans are still unfolding
Only my coco days are still at hand
Convinced all I wanted was pretty foil
Only some Chocolate to taste

Dreading these days don’t pass
Always reassuring myself
Yes someday
Simple chocolate on my face

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Submitted on May 13, 2011

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