Bitterness, hope’s cold remains, sees only malice, returning the same. Anger, is but sorrow with thorns, tears turned to ice, as sadness had warned.
As an aside, I saw a post the other day which said that art, in its various forms, is hope. Sage words, and I wish I could remember who to credit. Thank you.
VictoryInTrouble says
Hey, now you changed everything around, lol.
I went to your author page. It’s nice to see your face. Your smile makes me happy. ๐ Good luck with your new book, too. (there’s nowhere to comment on that page ๐ )
Eric says
Lol. Yes, I did. I have 2 other websites I’m working on (not for poetry), and I decided to use the same theme on all so I don’t have to learn my way around quite as much code. They’re still styled differently tho. Thank you for the well wishes. I’ll put a comment box on that page. Good idea you have there ๐
VictoryInTrouble says
That makes sense! ๐
You’re welcome.
princenothing says
Loved this, thanks for posting.
Eric says
Thank you so much ๐
Maureen says
Excellent thoughts in this poem. Bitterness and malice. Hmmmmm. I still prefer hope and more hope.
Eric says
Thank you. This is an older piece, generalizing, tho true. I suppose these smaller thoughts deserve some expansion. Much is lost to brevity, still existing, tho not expressed.
Steph says
Me thinks anger is easier than sadness is to bear
Stelh says
That was a horribly formed sentenced