Steve first let me say how good it is to be reading your writing again.

A bitter and sour taste remains
as the grapes have not turned to
sweet wine. You curse each
day as a new dawn breaks.

This poem is actually very sad. That some people kill everything and everyone that cares for them.

Your lips are tainted with scorn
which you eagerly embrace like
a new found friend, forgetting
those that you now leave behind.

Soon this new found friend will be just like the others left behind.

Excellent job!
Take care.
Love and hugs
Cindy