The first poem I have ever written, and it doesn’t even rhyme. (2006)
The candies sit on a shelf,
Confident in their hard plastic shells.
Shiny wrappers disguise their true flavors,
The tastes of which are bitter and brutal.
She comes to choose,
Bewildered and perplexed by their cryptic charms.
The wrappers shimmer,
Calling to her with twinkling lies.
Here I sit, mushy and melted,
Slightly misshapen from a lifetime of worry.
Wrapper tattered and dull,
But with a hidden sweetness most divine.
Many times she has chosen,
Always disgusted by the pungency within.
Looking for a candy most tasty;
Forever disappointed.
