Adam Ballard Poet I do not know?

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.

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Daniel Berg January 6, 2012 at 3:10 PM Nicely Written! Thank you also for your comments ! I appreciate any and all criticism. And I'm also glad you enjoyed all of mine. I had only put them on there minutes before! and i would have commented you back sooner, but i had to put the rest of my poems up :) -Daniel