bitter sweet

Written by: Alex Hazzard

He left, I was only a boy; vernal and 
frail 
and ignorant,
In a fierce world, hardship and 
dread there 
within, and there was I, growing 
bitter 
and ever
cold.

I clung to her who's flesh from 
whence I 
came;from her who bore birth's 
pain. 
Her 
nurture fed me and  her heart 
spilled on 
mine a good, ever growing close in 
her 
tightening grip

Time has past, a bitter grew, him 
towards. 
He lingers in a memory close, 
But her presence created me a 
peace, soft 
and sweet, heavy not my heart, and 
I 
suffered nomore.