Bitter Taste Poisoned Blood

Bitter being born
Creep -crawl – up - keep
Slow death sleep
Stop – move – halt – prove
That you are one more day
Worth proving at the scales of justice
Downhill rolled
Scrolls of sorrows
Serpent curving
Risky restless road
Apple – staple diet
An ancestral choke
Bitter taste
Poisoned blood
shivering in mud

poem by Miroslava Odalovic
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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