Tuesday, November 3, 2020

Sour Grapes

What I ask is not impossible
A task easily fulfilled
It’s just the challenge I must face
Of climbing up that hill

You can’t imagine
What you’ve put me through
All that remains for now
A bitter taste and purple hue

There is no one left here now
What am I supposed to do
Just sour grapes remain
That I am left here picking through

Not judging crops am I
That is not my way
I leave that up to you
That’s all I have to say

How I’ve grown weary
Since you’re plucked and gone away
All that I am asking
Is for just another day

Why am I still standing here
Amongst these sour grapes
I didn’t ask for any of this
Amongst these round and shifting shapes

So many reminders
Every day it leaves a trace
That hue on everyone
Every strange and purple face

You can’t imagine
What I’m going through
So many colors to select
Why this tinted shade of blue
 
Who picked these sour grapes
Please pluck them one by one
While they dry did they contemplate
Sitting in the sun
 
Brief harvest came along
Now coming to an end
How will it know to grow
Will it start from seed but when
 
This trap I’m in that intertwines
If only a dream I could escape
Don’t let my soul get wrapped in vines
Among these sour grapes
 

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