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Bitterness
By Morgan Vann Phillips
Bitterness of ohhh…Those words of mine
Which can well be my shrine
Fog, brown murky, muddle, stupor
Bitterness of it was not a crack, nor bang
Its effect was all the same
Where crossing of paths cut the soul deep
Fog, brown murky, muddle, stupor
Bitterness of thought, purest thought
Was too far from the result
In fair play of the wanting acceptance
Laying a foundation of absolute
Fog, brown murky, muddle, stupor
Bitterness of trust could have sold no other purpose.
Breaking of the soul was the result
How could I ever recover
Retreat to a certain safety
Step beside and let another fellow a chance
Fog, brown murky, muddle, stupor
Bitterness of it blew me off course
Off the seas and into the ports
Safe from risk on the land
It gave me new territory to advance
Tip toe, tip toe marked my near future
build a shell too thick to crack
Fog, brown murky, muddle, stupor
