A Word for the Bitterly


Times moved on,

Your utterance of anguish emotion are bygone,

Your cries are all but past, and so

Your aches are all but gone.

You must seize on longing,

Retire your desires from that past

Get past on those fogs at front, and

Begin to gear for the time to come.

Don’t get unwise with what that is left.

It’s all but footprints of yesterdays.

The thorns of bitterness,

Pick them away to the wilderness of life.

Move your feet without your bad memoirs

Fight through the heartsick,

Nothing is lost,

One will come again hereafter.

 Image: DeviantArt


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