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
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