Unsatified
July 16, 2013
Bitter Water
Slips down my throat
Slowly it travels down
It burns my heart
My body churns with enmity
As it tries to quench my thirst
It was supposed to be sweet
Rich and cool to my tongue
I was sadly mistaken
A cruel illusion of life
How sweet its water
May appear but turns bitter
And Dry
0 snaps·1 views
View on Power Poetry →