My Poetry

When I am overcome With emotions and I feel like I am on The edge of insanity I take out my poetic Pen to release the Torment that I have Bottled up inside of me Leaving my despair on The paper with which I write my poetic prose If my eyes are crying Tears of sadness My Poetic pen Allows me to share My pain through the Literary expression Of my melancholic Outlook that is Clouding up my mind If I have suffered A bitter betrayal Causing my heart to Become engulfed with A volatile, explosive rage I acquire my revenge Through the exposure Of the wicked deeds That have been Inflicted upon me For no one can Escape my poetic prose If you dare to cross me Unleashing my wrath Your sins will be cemented Forever in time because Through my poison pen I will immortalize the Memory of your Treacherous actions For poetry lovers To read about for Centuries to come Until the day that The earth fades away My poems will be there To speak the truth About your decrepit soul Though some hold the Belief that it is justice To take up your sword Fighting in battle against The ones that have brought Pain and angst to your life My weapon of choice is My poetic pen because after The deadly wars have expired My poems will still remain living Eternally to be discovered By the next new reader of the Poems that I have left behind