Marquis De Sade

A wounded heart An offense of conscience Inner struggles Inspirations? Or in desperation do I dip this pen Deep within the ink wells So dreadfully crimson My declarations Upon this soaked paper bled The verses LOUDER and BOLDER do shout! My injuries from a cruel world That must be heard! Every rhyme and every reason Catapulting out, through my stinging words My soul melts into ink of quill Becoming one A channeling vessel As the broken heart Spills and spills This is my message of life Of how I lived! The tragedy and torture… Continues written and left unabridged At the end...an ironic twist For now, my heart resides in others And agony lives on From where before, it could never have existed!