A Poet of Many Words
Frustration boils when pen and paper don't meet
Anger settles in the veins Darkness fills the soul
Why? Why? Why?
Do they not see I need just pen and paper to please me, nothing more
Just fancy words entwine my soul
Kneeling at the altar
Busting my world into pieces as the sweet sounds Of rhythm and rhyme
Oh hell, I am just a poet of many words!