Taken from my upcoming book of poetry "The Miseducation of James Daniels"

Life is nothing sweet-
Sweet is Apple Pie topped with Vanilla Ice Cream,
Black and Blue have no favor,
Well sometimes a dash of salt and a splash of vinegar-
Which stings in between the cracks of in my lips after walking towards the wind,
Now my soul has no moisture.
Misery is not sweet but sweat, on the forehead of a fearful soul,
A soul who knows what blood in ones eye means,
Walking in the desert with a green canteen filled with invisible water-
Only us who have had blood in our eyes could see such a thing.
You have to keep coming back after sprinkling salt into an open wound each time to know how something so painful could be the tiniest bit of a sweet nature-
Unfortunately us who have experienced this know that you keep getting cut in the same places therefore you never really get a taste,
Only the flesh does know what sweet misery is.