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.
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