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Frosted Flakes

I pour the flakes into a bowl,
This morning happens to be cold.
I sit down, and with a frown,
I realize,
How closely this bowl resembles my life.

These flakes are like people
Coated in sugar,
And yet so lethal,
Getting away with murder.
(Of my heart).

These flakes,
They settle in a round shape.
Disguised in sweetness.
However, when munched,
These flakes,
They crunch, in discomfort.

I let the pain slide down my throat,
To be led to my stomach,
Where it explodes.

No milk for the pouring this morning.
No lube for the tube going down my chest.
I just hope I can finish the rest.
This is still in it's editing stages. I want to add more to the analogy of how the flakes are equivalent to people. What do you think so far?
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IzabellaStormfire2 Featured By Owner Aug 31, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
I think this is really good. It's a great analogy... And a great poem. :)
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