The lack of you is something like
Cold cereal without milk.
To my weary, lonesome mind,
Something of that ilk
Is apt to bring me to my knees
Like cornflakes, dry and cracked.
'Tis milk that changes everything-
They're immersed, drenched, relaxed.
Who would have thought that I could be
So akin to food?
You are my bowl to hold me in
Where all is safe and good-
You are the spoon to draw from me
Specific traits- my own,
With blessings sprinkled sugar-like.
'Til now I had not known
The importance of my cereal
In proving to you, Love,
That cornflakes are my consistency
When 'tis you I'm bereft of.
As your love is like sweet milk,
Your love upon me pour.
May I then be, sugar blessed,
Soggy cornflakes for my Lord.
postscript
NaPoWriMo is on again, and despite being in college, I'm going to write a poem a day this month. Let's see how well I do, eh? Thanks for reading! Oh, and this particular poem is an odd start. Haha. I ask my friends for poem topics and they give me.... cereal.