Craig A. Hart

C r a i g  A .  H a r t

    Candy

Robed in elegance,

And memories of good times,

Pearls of my demise lie

Scattered on the floor.

My tailor and doctor agree

Nuggets, gems, sticks, and shapes

Must go in order to resume life 

As I once knew it.

Yearning, reaching, scrounging,

Missing the companionship

We once shared,

Contraband becomes virtue.

Until the day that friend

Turns starkly into foe

And I become unaware and clumsy,

Leaving Judas scattered on the floor.

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