"Bad Tooth In The Smile" Poem

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The sweetest taste is bitter now
My purest thoughts are poisoned through
The ghost of fate, keeps mocking me
Every scar I’ve earned, every slap I deserved.
I’ve felt the joy of the thing called sin
I’ve stole and bought but never received
I’ve had my fill, my spilling cup
But now I’m empty, a man of fear and doubt.


Stand not so tall now, my voice breaks up
I never believed the pace would slow
Now I feel the cold and count the suns
These tattoos are fading not like my memory
The doves of peace fall stone cold dead.


The man who wears the guilty coat
Should realise that life has the last laugh
You won’t outrun your lies.
I always was the bad tooth in the smile.

VT