Once on
A journey
I ventured
Into Hell
A black
Place filled
With tormented
Souls writhing
In anguish
Screaming for
Salvation and
Not one
Single cry
Was heard
Be thankful
To hear
The voices
Of sorrow
For neither
You nor
They are
There
Category: Creativity
Anger
When a
Man lays
Dormant and
Capped and
When plates
Shift and
From deep
Beneath a
Fire surges
All in
It’s path
Will suffer
Even mankind
War
The mind
Wages war
When the
Heart goes
Empty sometimes
It can’t
Contain the
Dirth of
Emotion or
Accept its
Own drought
It’s then
When levees
Are breached
Sending torrents
Of insanity
Ashore saturating
Every one
Pain
Rage and
Anger are
Often the
Result of
A broken
Heart aimed
At no
One in
Particular but
Heard by
So many
Me (to Chloe)
Why don’t
You write
About you
You asked
I have
I said
It takes
The form
Of you
