Bitterness of the Heart
In the depths of my soul, a darkness dwells,
A of resentment, brewing, evermore itells.
With each selfless act, I tirelessly extend my hand,
Yet gratitude eludes, in this ungrateful land.
Like a weary traveler, through a desert I traverse,
No oasis of thanks or recognition to disperse.
Silent blame and fault-finding, it surrounds me whole,
Burdened by their failures, my spirit takes its toll.
The weight of indifference, crushing upon my chest,
A suffocating silence, where gratitude should rest.
But I shall not be silenced, nor let my spirit rust,
For in solitude’s embrace, I shall rise and combust.
I’ll find solace in the echoes, as I scream in the night,
Releasing the bitterness, setting my soul alight.
For in this symphony of silence, my voice shall be heard,
Echoing through the cosmos, like a soaring bird.
So let the darkness seep, through my veins it may flow,
But it shall not define me, nor hinder my inner glow.
For I am a poet, with words that heal and ignite,
With each verse, I shall conquer, and set my heart aright.