Poetry and I


I keep having this dream

 No mercy for me Closer to breaking when all of a sudden my breath is taken Kicked while I'm down  Punched to the ground  I could have been violent I could have shot up the school  Told I was lame  Told never to reach fame  Until I found poetry Now they all lay slain   Died with a pen  Overcame all the anger  All the rage  That would normally drive people insane  As for me, I am not the same  For I did not find poetry  But it found me 


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