Golden Syrup
Pouring slowly
Dripping lava
Shining glaring
Sugar chunks glinting
Sweet and slippering
Painting pretty patterns
Adding the calories
Filling the diabetes pot
But so delicious
Slurp it up
So sweet
Craving more and more
But the more you eat
The more your head spins
Headache throbbing
Ill and weak
Feeling ready
To produce a river
Of disastrous smells
And horrific gagging
Out of any orifice
The succulent oozing liquid
Is one you want to live for ever
Every time
You pour more on
Because it's a good thing
A good good thing
That smells and tastes
Like a pocket of heaven
So why not have more?
Why not drizzle
Litres more on top
Just because you can
Every time
It's the same cycle
Of wanting all you can get
All you can fit inside your body
But you don't need it
You can't handle all of
The sweetness
That flows
Into your stream
Travels around your body
Making every fibre
Of your being
Sweet
Sugar citing
Your entire body
And congealing
Into a melted, heated mess
Don't put all of this sweetness
Into your body
All of the sweetness
Will make you turn
Bitter and
Sour and
Rotten
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Bonded With Tears (7)
PoetryA poetry book. A semi-story based loosely on real life events, mainly my emotions amplified on paper. Also linked to the idea of homelessness.
