Bitter taste of Love

Its breaking my heart
the tears flow
like a bitter sweet
teapot
Its poured out
all the pain
The question I ask
the answer I seek
its lies  beneath
the stewed tea leaves
The endless cups
you poured
day in
and week out
But our relationship
It stays the same
At night
My pillow is wet
with all the anguish
I have to bear
I yawn until
the sun first appears
My thoughts are
in a daze.
My heart it stops
beating
I am alone
drowned in all
my fears.....

Reviews

[Danielle]

Such sadness that speaks through, very nice!

[Sheila Kline]

To drink tea from such a pot of this kind of brew is bitter indeed, and causes much distress! It is no fun to be left alone, drowned in such fears!!
The form you have chosen for this poem reminds me of pouring the tea and watching it trickle ever so slowly until it reaches the very bottom!

[Adam Whitworth]

the lines are too short for me, like an unnecessary distraction, but well done, thanks for sharing

[Mary]

Rosalind, I feel such deep sadness in this poem. "the question I ask, the answer I seek... tea leaves. Sad, but still beautiful and moving.