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The world turned its back

on me and left me to fight

my demons and monsters myself.

The society that shattered my dreams

because of their selfishness and greed

made my everyday life seem like a battle.

My heart cries,

tears of blood flowing into wrong veins

and fear dwelled in the wrong cells.

But poetry has come to save me,

a luxury I thought I could never afford,

a jewel that seemed too precious to behold.

My failing heart that

you have come to stitch together.

My tears that you have come to put an end too.

My emotions don't hurt too much now,

Because I can let them flow out with my words

and reduce the burden of my heart.

Poetry; the luxury,

thank you for coming to save me from

my deep canal.

Muse, thank you for always having the right words

to describe how I feel.

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Thank you for your time.

My pen doesn't bleed, it speaks, with speed and ease.

Still me,

My tongue is like the pen of a ready writer.

Olawalium; (Love's chemical content, in human form). Take a dose today: doctor's order.