Shame
I was helpless, dear diary.
I couldn't help myself, you see.
The saddest, saddest part must be
a friend has re-addicted me.
As I sat upon my throne,
(of course I sat there all alone)
my hopes were quickly fading
for I felt so heavy laden.
My avarice was plain to see
I'm guilty of such gluttony.
I've indulged more than a bit
in a substance known for it.
I suffer through adversity
for sadly there's no paucity.
I'm in a dungeon of despair
what riches have I could compare?
Hearken to these words... beware
the trap, the snare awaiting there!
I crave to savour , you can bet
the flavour of sweet chocolate.
By blind poet
© 2009 blind poet
(All rights reserved) Avarice- Crave – Dungeon - Gluttony – Hearken –
Laden - Paucity - Riches –Substance – Throne
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