Posted in Humor, Life, Prose

A Bitter Life

She was reminded,

constantly how bitter

her life was,


I was there, not making matters


more the worse,


“Do you know, how bitter my life is?”

she asked no one, but reply she did



As bitter as

raw Kale


And that was bitter…



My profile might reflect who I am, what I think and why I write what I do. My profile might just reveal the inner workings of a deranged mind, a helpless soul, and a self-destructive way of living. Don't worry. I'm OK. I've just lost sight of my little sister in the evening clouds....

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