THE CHASE

poem by: Fadrian Bartley
Written on Feb 02, 2018

Of things I desire
Becomes goose chase
Faith hang them high
Now I am jumping anxiously to reach  those sweet grapes above my head
Until my desire started to taste like bitter lemon
I find it hard to swallow constantly
Tempted to throw everything away 
But then I realized 
That the bitter things is good for my belly

Tags: Faith, Inspirational, Depressing, Hope, Wishful,

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Dinesh Chauhan commented on Feb 03, 2018 at 6:58am

nice loved it

Frank Hornby . commented on Feb 04, 2018 at 12:28pm

Inspirational......

Daniel Moskowitz commented on Dec 09, 2018 at 7:23pm

Bitter things LITERALLY are good for your belly, Fadrian. I really like Dandelion Greens!

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