I write these rhymes From time to time To express the feelings, I hold deep inside It’s my way to express what’s held within It’s the tiny hole, in my holding bin Even though it’s like a code, It tells you all you need to know You have to read within the poem Past the skin, and into the soul The soul of the poem, as you know Is revealing part of ones soul And when ones soul is revealed Others will understand, how you feel By: Death Omen
