A Girl With A Dream

Dark-Bitter Chocolate

On the outside it looks delectable, so shiny and dark,
One finds it hard to resist,
A smile always makes it's way on the face with just a mere thought of it at times,
The talent of a simple dark and silky object,
It can play games with your mind,
From the zoomed out version we see nothing but an object that cannot be resisted by many lives
But when one gets the taste of that darkness,
It's only then,
Only then the life trying that darkness can feel,
the utter bitter, acidic, and dry taste of the thing that looks silky and delicious,
The thing that plays with so many's mind.

That one taste of bitterness once swallowed,
Rots your insides one by one
Untill the pain is intolerable,
Untill there is no light left inside,
Untill there is no light at the end of the tunnel,
That bitter-acidic object gets stronger with time,
And slowly and slowly makes a home,
That bitterness keeps on increasing the boundary of its home,
Rotting up the inside to make it as dark and bitter as itself.
It gets stronger and stronger making a family of it's own.
Untill there is nothing but a shell of what that life used to be.

Then you wonder, how can no one see this anguish inside this life and help it
You see, this bitter chocolate is smart,
Too smart infact.
While it's eating away at the insides, the outside is still the same.
The same dark and silky and chocolatey,
To the outside world there is nothing unusual,
It's just that life that feels it and is unable to voice it,
As even the life doesn't know what is the reason for the pain,
It's as lost as the light inside it.
But still, even in that lost mind and body
The life tries to fight something unknown,
The life waits for something or someone to add a little sweetness,
It waits and waits, but nothing happens.
The bitterness is still there
But one day it figures out,
It the life itself that can add sweetness, it does not have to wait for someone to add sweetness to the bitterness to drive the pain away.
So the journey to driving the bitterness away starts,
It adds and adds all the sweetness it can find,
Waiting for the pain to subside,
Waiting
Waiting
And,
Waiting
What it didn't realise was that the waiting is what increased the power of the bitterness.
When life was waiting for others to add sweetness, the bitterness concocted such a deep potion,
That the little bit of sweetness that the life added made no difference to it.
As it's already done it's work.
And the life was too late.