You preach of love,
of life,
of future
and things in the past
Yet, you yourself
are bitter,
more bitter than a bar of dark chocolates,
less bitter than perhaps
the calling of death,
Worst,
you linger in the valley
of the oblivion,
pretending that you are
some soul of an optimist,
who stands by your own
view of principles
that disregard the existence
of some people;
worthy of your love.
"Poor unfortunate soul
in pain, in need"
p.s. Actions always speak louder than words
