Query any poem you want.

A Bitter Taste

Many have a hard time understanding

They live for self and that of society

They are the walking dead yet they don't even know it

Eyes with blackened spots having holes

Viscous fangs with blood dripping off the side

You share with them the truth

They choose to run away & hide

Yet deep inside they may still question

Why am i here ?

They can't even help you

Cause they won't help themselves

They are the scum of the land

Much too afraid to stand among the son of man

A bitter taste

Do they want salt or sugar coated messages

Positive reinforcement strengthens the heart

Negativity kills it

Each of us has been given a choice

We must lend a helping hand with a voice

All of us have been given a choice

Now which pathway will you choose ?