Call me sullen
Call me morose
Call me resentful
Call me embittered
Call me “Mara”

An empty glass
Of bitter water
A heart in tribulation
An empty state
In need of regeneration

My heart
My thoughts
I need to scour
A rose will either
Wither or flower
For
Suffering can make you either
Sweet or sour
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“Let all bitterness and wrath and anger and clamor and slander
be put away from you, along with all malice.”
Ephs. 4-31