Poetry

Bitter & Sweet

I couldn’t stop them

The tears

They fell

They flowed

They stung as they bathed my soul in bitter and sweet

My broken heart lay at my feet

Still beating

My mind still screaming

The stench of death lifting from my skin like a ghost

Ashes from a thousand trays in my throat

The deepest hollow in my chest

I watched him go like all the rest

Which blackness is this that covers me like a cloak?

Follows me like a thief in the night

Steals my joy before day light

Which curse is this that won’t let go?

Always bringing me back to what I know

Where my spirit sits in a pile of shit

Where heaven meets hell

And becomes just like it

 

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