A Bitter Man Poem by King Midas

Do you remember when you said
Everything would work out in the end
Now the end is here and I guess it did
Just not the way I wanted it to

You feed me words just so I can mend
Only to tear me down again
You ask for an armor of perfect skin
If I could I would grow it for you

Can you still feel the grace of those summer nights?
When our hearts would soar into flight
When everything wrong became just right
When all our skies were blue

I still see compassion in your sight
And still I marvel in your light
But I know all roads with you end in plight
It's so hard to swallow the truth

As I'm left a bitter man...