The Will

 take from these what you will

how easy can it be to gain from someone else’s bitter loneliness poison pill

is it wisdom for the wise

to see thru cloudy tear-stained eyes

to whom may I belong

for no crime have I done wrong 

to suffer abandoned fate

for nothing am I forced to wait 

with horizon of empty view

in belief of what was never true

the butt of upper class jokes

the filter of society smokes

does anyone take pleasure guilt

does this shelter what my words have built

does anyone know life more

does any of this make clear their score

does anyone leave all on the field 

do these poems serve anyone as their shield

I know not who sees all this

I am pledged to an ignorance bliss

the holidays pries off the lid

happy new year to the emotionally stupid kid

maybe one day I will find

a soul or heart of like kind

if ever a girl lets me view

her heart to know she is true

the hope of condition humane

before this lifetime may wane 

will I cease production in prose

will happiness see where this goes

accused of emotional war

of conquest I never fought for

free of satire or insult

my words turned into a scapegoat

told I was someone to fear

only one arranged me not come near

rejected by love and by trade

the days gone when once had it made

what once made me insufferable

turned me to love’s romantic troll

this is the last I swore

I gave all of me and more

to my grave

goodbye to me wave

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