Try as I might,
sometimes it's so hard
to just count my blessings
and be grateful.
All the unfairness
that I have had to face
rises up in my heart
like bile,
and as I have no way
to let it all out,
I am forced to swallow
this emotional vomit,
leaving behind
a sour aftertaste.
Though the cure
is rather simple,
it's oh so difficult.
Sometimes,
a little sweetness
is so hard to come by.
ČTEŠ
Poetic Blues
PoezieTonight, my love is the rain that fills the heart while it lasts and leaves sweet pain in its wake. Poems-- my way of clearing my mind. Highest Ranking: #3 in Poetry ~~~ 18 December 2016
