Release From Hell What Poetry Is To Me
The written word is a release from hell,
Every day life;
Sometimes one can’t tell,
That one can live mundane and full of strife.
Inner thoughts escape free in form,
The anguish lost in the soul somewhere to the east;
Ideas formed in love and hate from an emotional storm,
The words ebb from the soul to rend the hidden beast.
Copyright © Adam Ballard | Year Posted 2011
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