Bitter Sweet
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.
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