Friday, 19 April 2024

Impeding and recurrent

Like Arsenic, I smell sweet but leave bitter tips on tongues
I cause all things to burn, to blossom and become undone
I am famine, woe and ruination
I am the inner and outward expression of internal violation
I am the keeper of the peace, I am the breaker
I am the rudder on the ship in the storm
I am the unraveling of all things,
I am your strife and your sword
I sing your lullabies and keep you warm,
not in winter but in summer when you don't need me
I am thirsty, I am grace, I am pain
I screech, I devour and I accomplish
Yearly subscription to my services except for the mercies of God
I have come to tell you about a time, incipient, incumbent, that will come
Rest in knowing that its all moving, not a funeral dirge
but the whoosh sound of quickness
before our comprehension
There exists a proof and
a pattern to be found in these woes, these wounds, these scars



- cocoaTea.poetry

composed 26.8. 2023

Friday, 12 April 2024

Awake

 These too dark, too quiet, twilight hours

that is set aside for snoozing and recouping

I am in rictus, locked abed with thoughts of you.


- cocoaTea.poetry

Friday, 5 April 2024

Surrounded

 I never want to part from You

I am grateful that there is no way to do so.


- cocoaTea.poetry


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