Why Have you Given Me Bitter
Why have you given me bitter to drink?
I always was nursed on sweet –
Why have you poured contempt down my throat
And only despite to eat?
My hair disperses with every wind
And disappears with my heat –
My shoulders and hips are pressed out of joint
by the bonds on my hands and feet –
Slow Literature 
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Out of curiosity, why stop where you do? The verse reads so well as a reworking of Psalm 22, up to “all my bones are out of joint.” That’s what I thought you were doing, until the poem suddenly stopped. (I suppose this is a not too subtle way of saying “I like this so well that I think you should definitely continue . . . “?) 🙂
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I should add that I hope this poem doesn’t describe some pain that you are going through currently. I assumed this was just a poetic exercise. If not, I apologize. All my prayers are with you.
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You assumed correctly, including the connection to Psalm 22 – though I wasn’t trying to make a one to one conversion, just use it as a literary starting point. I guess I stopped because the inspiration ended but I could try to continue it.
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