A bitter taste fills my mouth
Rolling off the back of my tounge
in waves.
Like the crashing tides of a distant shore.
Filling my mind with whimsical merry.
Confusions,
Delusions,
Out right refusions.
Like the night that lost all innocence.
And morality.
Like the night I lost my chance
at happiness.
and love.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem