Bitter End Poem by Imaobong Igwe

A gruesome bitter thoughts arrive
When my heart is sock in pains
Giving my soul enough to outright
The joys the world have in stock

Lack of joy abound in loneliness
My love I have enough in stock
But whom to give, is where am lost
Bitter is the state of loneliness

To suggest I said it wrong
Is to buy my pains
Or my bitterness, we could exchange
Cos i can't wait to give it out
Bitter, is the tears i shade
Bitter is the love I've lost
And bitter, i put in ink