Wormwood

	until you know grief
	you have not seen
	the depths that we have been in
	no comparison
	to the depths that will reveal
	you will hear nothing
	that shouldn't be passed on
	you will have a taste
	of bitterness on your tongue
	only to return to it
	by the sweet odour
	remorse and it is undone
	I put myself on the stand
	and have reached a verdict