A squeeze of lemon juice 
On my wounded heart, 
A bitter reminder of lives torn apart.

The morning dew on the lemon leaf, 
For a second, I forgot the sorrows 
I have endured, but like a drop of lemon juice, 
It seeps back.

I am lost in existence like lemon juice with a bitter taste. 
I am drowning in silence. 
The coffee burns. 
My heart beats like a drum, 
A temporary escape from the pain that will last. 
I am left to burn like a fire.