A Second Sample

**Once again, I have taken lines from previous poems and have fused them into a brand-new poem. The words in bold are either in addition to my original line or a minor change to make the line fit. Leave me from the stress. I just don't understand. So I shop in search of me Because you have had your turn for an hour But maybe I might actually be wondering when the pain is going to stop. Feelings of chaos not splendor, bend and break our souls! Go ahead and speak up and speak out that is just my luck I promise my weakness and your strength will blend It pays to dance through the moments When a thought festers and brews And scream aloud the pain. Be the voice for the weak In this journey of life Sometimes we take action to be the helping hand someone needs In the identity store you know. What's this I hear? The heat of the flame got turned up bright. IF the church is a hospital, I would find a guide indeed.