They said to
write more answers
And forget
about the questions
To read more
into disasters
And leave out
the fucking tensions....
But my heart
bleeds on the page
Tears are
swallowed, fire kindles
Words are
flowing, in a rage..
Keep my anger
in a cage.
I promised to
ink you someday
But that time
might never come
Until then
keep on pretending
Like a wolf
in a sheep's gown.
Never mind
the witless threats,
I`ll keep
penning the regrets
Create a
world of ice and fire
On the
rhythms of a lyre.
And now, on
an ending note
Fear not my
pen, it's but the antidote
For a mind of
gloom and doom.
Remember the
poet and not the costume,
Pay homage to
art, let all the pain bloom.
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