Literature
Bitterness
Bitterness
I think back to the time when I was young
and passion gripped my heart.
A phase where pain
Sparked a flame
And memories then would start
Of faces that burned a rage of hate
And feeling boiled within.
Feelings that lasted all the day,
Until blown away by the wind.
The wind, like a kiss from God on high,
That said everything would be okay.
Until the slightest provocation
Lit the fire again for the day.
Bitterness
Sweet Bitterness
You're all that I have left.
I feel so drained and empty now,
I feel like I have nothing left.
Bitterness
Sweet Bitterness
The sail's no longer full,
My wind has died
I'm all a