Bitterness Poem by Phil Soar

The bitterness of the thoughts I had were not me
I had let them take over
Unable to control them I relinquished everything
And my conscience left me for a moment

Determined to get back to who I was, I wandered aimlessly
Seeing avenues ahead, but walking streets of emptiness
And the souls of those I hurt were like ghostly apparitions
And they challenged my resolve and caused turmoil in my mind

My lights were off and darkness came on suddenly
The spark I used to have has now burnt out
And so those words I heard have caused this injury
Of that I'm sure there isn't any doubt.