Oh how bitter the heart
persecution has made it cold
without any feeling at all
it used to be sweet till it had a fall,
breaking into pieces transforming
into utter bitterness and hatred
you made it this way guilty as charged.
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Poems Upon Poems
Poetry"As she stopped to catch her breath, She looked back only to realize that He was no longer holding her hand Now she must walk in the dark alone." #48 12/29/15
