The hatred of the
world
Blows like a mighty
wind
Threatening to blow me
down
Time and again
Yet I write
Fire burns somewhere
nearby
Everyone got out
Everyone is alive
Still I write
Through
Rain
Hail
Sleet
Snow
I write
The storms of life
comes and goes
My writing documents it all
Hatred
Plunder
Discoveries
Wonder
All this and more
flows from my pen
I am a writter of
life
I am a writter of
the soul
I feel love
I feel pain
I document it all
just the same
My words are simple
I choose them well
Life goes by
I try to tell it's
story well
A poet I am
Emotionally charged
Life is my
inspiration
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