The hatred of the world
Blows like a mighty wind
Threating to blow me down
Time and again
Yet I write
Fire burns somewhere nearby
Everyone got out
Everyone is alive
Still I write
Through
Rain
Hail
Sleet
Snow
I write
The storms of life come and go
My writing documents it all
Hatred
Plunder
Discoveries
Wonder
All this and more flows from my pen
I am a writer of life
I am a writer of the soul
I feel love
I feel pain
I document it all just the same
My words are simple
I choose them well
Life goes by
I try to tell it\'s story well
A poet I am
Emotionally charged
Life is my insperation