It is a bitter draught I drink
I taste the salt of all my tears
I've grown accustomed to the taste
The sour sting of arsenic words
You throw without a second thought,
In your anger...your distress
I can hardly blame you.
It is a bitter draught I drink
The knowledge of my years of pain
Caused by you turns my stomach
Yet, in my greed, I swallow and drink again
From the well of tears that I retain
And your bitter words
Like scraps of bread to the homeless
Feeds my hungry soul
You say I'm a dissappointment...
And I can hardly blame you.
It is a bitter draught I drink
But if you were to take a sip
I guarantee you couldn't handle it
You'd spit it out, right in my face
Just as you always do...
And I can hardly blame you. |
Submission Name: A Bitter Draught
