Bitterness
The robber of peace
Leaching into the soul
Like a bitter damp cold
Seeping into the bones
Harboring resentments
That long have passed
In time, but not memory
Its skill is honed
Eating away at joy
With each passing day
Until it destroys
All peaceful tones
Leaving one’s life
Empty and void
Spreading its tentacles
Out to be cloned
Copyright © Debra Squyres | Year Posted 2011
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