Bitterness

Bitterness is a chipped cup.
Worthless, unwanted.
Grime encrusted. Cracked,
The pattern faded,
Stained by sour dregs.

I’ll have none of it!
I’ll smash it!
Grind beneath my feet
The powdered fragments.

I shall not leave it
For my heirs.
Let them bake a better clay

I hope that is your writing, Ciderman. I like it, I do.

Love it Ciderman.

Very profound Ciderman

'Tis me! I'm ever so profound. I sometimes fall asleep being profound!
Michael
NZ

Well profound can be very tiring