Poison in the Soil

Bitterness’ root is very long

It grows as mold; deadly strong.

Poisons thoughts; taints deeds

In shadows and on pride it feeds.

Divider of unity among brethren

Spring of contrary clashes begun.

Lie or truth it deceptively twists

Old or youth fall to its fists.

Pounding in the gut, the sinking sorrow,

Forgiveness shut out till the morrow.

Bitterness’ root is very long.

Its tap root stifles’ joys own song

Quenching peace’s serenity stream

Drying in obstinance peacemaker’s gleam.

Its trap spreads as rotten fruit,

Into the core unsoundness shoot,

Bitter, broken, offended,

Unforgiven sorrows unended.

Needs pulled out before it ends

And destruction or death

Bitterness sends.