I wasn't nipped, coiled in a ******* bud
I wasn't aching, bleeding breathlessly
Why did I cease for fruits to pluck
The essence lured me in
I wasn't crippled with adversities
I wasn't molested by remorse and guilt
Why did I troop over berries and plums?
The bittersweet aroma lured me in
I am ridiculed at what to sweep in corners
I am repenting the bittersweet essence
Penning it down in a journal..