Beyond The Acrid

[BlackWidow]

Jagged is the bitter pill
As it's regurgitated whole
Stuck somewhere between my breaths
Repeated dose for scratched up soul

Acrid smell of fateful disease
Lingers...
Taints my tongue
3 sharp meals a day,my lot
Scars counted,one by one

I taste again the sour lump
That rises with each thought
Of love and other fallacies
Bruises life has brought

Still here I am alive somehow
I guess this is a sign
As though in labour
To give new birth
Life will soon again be mine

[Mr. Hendrickson™]

Wow I must say that this poem is really strong. you really get your message across with using very good wording skills. This is just awesome I cant wait to read more by you.

[Anton]

Hi,

Again I enjoyed reading your poem. I like this one a little more than the other one I commented on. It seems to be expressed a better than the other. Though both have strong feelings behind them.

-Anton

[Mr. Hendrickson™]

I do have to agree they both have enormous amounts of feelings behind them. They are both unique and good in their own way.

[BlackWidow]

Wow I must say that this poem is really strong. you really get your message across with using very good wording skills. This is just awesome I cant wait to read more by you.

Thanks..darkened heart a bitter pill to swallow yeah? lol

Again I enjoyed reading your poem. I like this one a little more than the other one I commented on. It seems to be expressed a better than the other. Though both have strong feelings behind them.

Different stages,different pages..I thank you for your kind words and time

Widow

[Mr. Hendrickson™]

We all try to give you all the best when you post something but these poems we dont have to try to hard to say something about.