Because It Is Bitter Poem by Patti Masterman

Because It Is Bitter



The bitter root of a bitter heart
Afflicts, for all one's days,
For the bitter blood there cannot transmute
Cold stone, into loving gaze.

The bitter end of a bitter life
Leaves bitterness scattered round,
And the bitter husk, of a bitter man
Lies unquiet, in the stony ground.

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