The Path I Will Not Wander



Bitterness will bury you.

A crazy old lady with her failing pen

With demon companions and secret sin

Soul center filled with broken glass

Can't contain it any longer

Shards are flying; run for cover


The drip, drip, drip of constant fear

Erodes the mind with bottled tears

Buried joy remnants too deep to find

Small comfort found in the words you swallow

Bitterness beckons and you will follow


Now come to grips with midnight sweats

In your silent heart you almost admit

Your nest so cold and empty was never full

Your heart constricts, your lungs they strain

With wine your friend to dull the pain


This is what could be if my heart is hardened






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