I must admit,
Poetry can sometimes feel
Like a big box of mixed chocolates

I guess you get to experience
A little bit of all
The poet personality

The illusionist man = Chocolate and nuts
The joyful times = caramel and nougats
The sadness moments = melted chocolate
The love stories = pure chocolate
The pain with no end in sight
The untold truth
One never hungry enough to tell = empty box of chocolate

Sometimes you love it
Sometimes it makes you sick
To your stomach
When allow yourself
To consume more than enough

And then,
Just when you think
You’ve got
Just about enough of it all

You wake up the next morning
And you want to get your mind lost
In it’s abyss

All over again!


Happy New Year My Brothers And Sisters.

Love You All
Cheers To A Healthy New Year ....