Monday, February 1, 2016

Bitterness at Life

Bitterness at life
Taints everything
You touch:

The sweetest food
Tastes acrid;
Rain that drops

A blessing
On your head
Chills instead;

A warm embrace
Feels like
Painful prison;

And existence
Has no grace.

©2016 John I. Blair

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