The sour taste of misery
Mingles in my tongue
The thoughts of my history
Which were forever unsung
And became a mystery
Have been regurgitated.

My tongue a while ago
Was ***** and span
But now I abhor
The taste that plans
To sit on the buds
Making my taste bitter.

I try to spit
But it won't go
The taste that fits
Would forever be sore.

I try to speak
But my tongue is numb
When I try to refuse
That my life is glum.

The winds won't listen
To my tongue
They just whistle
What had just rung.

The bitter taste
Is now forever ensconced
And I won't wash it off
Even if they see
The bitterness I have
That inhabits me in glee
Because that's my past
And my past is me.