A Poet's Criticism
Sharp shrieks of criticism fill my ears.
They claim with all of knowledge and years.
Bringing my motivation and pride to tears.
I rip up my pride with vengeful shears.
And sit in my pool of misery listening.
I hear nothing which can ease my fears.
I see no one who can wipe these tears.
Solace is so hard to find with anger in mind.
They don't understand what is there in verse.
My life my feelings endlessly rehearsed.
I swear to never express again.
I swear to never make amends.....
So why now is there words on this sheet.
With each syllable my eyes do greet.
Again the passion is born inside me.
Forgetting what I missed....
The chance to write the world a love song.
The chance to sing it in a few lines.
The chance to have someone, anyone, smile.
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