Radiate
Poetically endowed,
Enclosed in this rhythmic shroud.
My vent for life’s stresses,
Each poems meaning one only guesses.
At the pain which spawned each ditty,
Or perhaps the longing to have ones pity.
For never has another recognized the precise feeling,
Or the part of my heart that was due for the killing.
They may say they understand.
But do they know the torment
That flows through my hands?
They’re just hardcore thoughts
From a free mind
My torment is soothed by poetic lines
The words click quick, swift to find
An stick in brain like sap from the pines
I write with all the fury of a storm
Scribble, scrabble, My soul’s unraveled
A few joyious, but many more sad I mourn
For more meaning is all I seek,
So if you wonder what I’ve learned,
Here’s your chance for a peek.
It’s your turn.
Come, just stand by the seal here,
But please mind the holes.
Press your nose to the glass and peer,
Into this window of my soul.
Copyright ©2003 Steven Marqus Hall | 
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