Bitter Fruit

Bitter fruit
Haunts me
Grows within my bones
Like
cancer

I feel ashamed
Hurt

A veritable maelstrom
of insane thoughts

Stabbing
My guts

Blunt force trauma
Bruised

Stupid

Overlooking empty shadows
Of
Nevermore

Why am I condemned to be
The martyr

The fool

Ignorant in belief

Lost hope

We were pirates
Vampyres
Daredevils
Survivors

Kin

I held an open door for you

And now
It’s just a cold
Frozen
Hollow dream

A figure of my
demented mentality

Steeped in fondness of
What might have been

Joyous oceans
Drops of rain
Dried
Denied
Abandoned
Without reply

The medicine cabinet is filled
With cure alls

But not for me

Just

Pills

And

Regret

And in the end

the taste

Of bitter fruit

(Matthew Bowers) ~93
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