Anger and Creativity

Another Old Piece of Writing. I was 18 when I wrote this one Too many thoughts, I see Frustration inspired writer’s block, Eyes red and pulse racing A word is heard, my mind locks, Pencil tapping and imagination free I am evil, I feed on hate, My original nature is calling me To fight it now is much too late, My name is fear, eyes are dark Anger flows through me like a flood, My hand begins to write it away As I glide through seas of bad blood, I push out innocence and embrace loathing My nightmares copy my breathing, Verse after verse is brilliantly written My creativity thrives, my soul is bleeding, For a moment my nature is free Briefly my darkness causes fear, the trembling hand finishes the verse Reminding me of goals I am near, As anger becomes restrained again The finished piece deserves fame, For to be the best, I release the real me Thus, anger and creativity are exactly the same