A Poets Soul

A Poets Soul is drenched in emotion,

A poisonous potion tainted with truth.

   Spreads like a forest fire with no control in sight,

Like the vast darkness of a starless night.

   Words of hatred, pitty, and shame,

    Peace, love, and joy,

Congregate in the river of blame.

Flowing through the valley of uprooted dreams,

Tossed and churned upon the ravenous streams.

   An atomic bomb on the verge of destruction,

   With only one way of being defused,

   On a blank sheet of paper,

He simply shares his views.