Is It Sweet?
There may be something, lodged deep in my throat
I try to swallow it, only to choke
Constantly found, though it is never sought
As if not there, until you feel its poke
Dreading the absence, of things still not here
Deafened by whispers, that I can’t quite hear
Half-formed memories, of things yet to be
Blinded by visions, that I cannot see
Each greedy gulp, makes it harder to eat
With each and every taste, it gets less sweet
A bitter nightmare, that was never dreamed
I have lost my taste; tell me, is it sweet?
A presence of something, digs through my throat
Makes itself known still, by making me choke
A constant presence, that cannot be fought
Presenting as absent, just to provoke
An unsure certainty – this is not right
Don’t know how or why – but I must be right
A punch to, and a feeling from the gut
That my throat's inside, shouldn’t be all cut
Each starved mouthful, gets harder to resist
With every lick and lap, it grows less sweet
A sour daydream, that might not be dreamed
I have lost my senses; tell me, is it sweet?
An absence of feeling, eats at my throat
I almost can’t tell, as I start to choke
An absence, present longer than I thought
Presenting falsely, wrapped in a sweet cloak
Choking on the words, I have yet to speak
Surely, there is an answer I can seek?
Pained by the words, you have yet to say
Surely, there has to be another way?
Each hungry swallow, brings closer to it
With each bite, you learn – it was never sweet
A tasteless something, that I hope is dreamed
I have swallowed my tongue – and choked on it
