Sweet Hermione 3rd poem I thought about the subject, tastes, and I wondered what life would taste like. I still haven't quite figured it out -but maybe there is no set answer-, but I felt I came a step closer with this poem. --- Sip of life I step outside Take a sip of life Remember who I Used to be The time I bide Jealously eyed Shattered lives In debris This bitter life, I long to strive But even more To disagree I try in vain And will remain As imperfect As can be. -----------------------------------