I have not heard <br />The melody of morning birds <br />This entire summer season… <br />I’m sure they still sing <br />Delicately at dawn, <br />But my thoughts are deafening: <br />I think of your tears <br />And how we walked away <br />From each other on a fateful day <br />Of anger and jealousy, <br />A day of harsh words <br />And damnable recriminations! <br /> <br />When you feel hurt <br />To the empty core of your being, <br />Forgiveness is impossible <br />And the loneliness <br />Is the taste of death.<br /><br />Uriah Hamilton<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-taste-of-death/
