reckon it distaste

the chocolate I'm holding is melting away
just like dust
blown away by the soft breeze
in the mid-summer rain
just like a snap

in a blink of an eye
in a flap of hummingbird wings
in the heat of anger
the emotion was killed
by the loose, ricochet of hypethetical remarks

repelled by disgust
driven by lust
at losing one's trust
never a judgement can be just
verdict, clear and robust

hate. hate. hate
pity. sympathy. fool's own
statute in nature

apply it
as apt as it gets
balm for the sore heart
remedy for the silent sunlight
murky
sedated by senseless pessimism

care no more.