Life isn’t sugar sweet

The sugar has snapped

The honey’s gone hard

The fruit of my labours gone rotten

I’ve lost the zest for life

In this garden of strife

The spices of variety are forgotten

I have a house but it’s not a home

The chocolate has turned and melted

The things I savoured are far and gone

The pain of their loss has welted

Life is sticky but it’s not sweet

It’s cold and hard like stone

All the joy has been sucked from me

Am I to turn to bone?

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