embrace the demons
that lurk beneath
the shadows of your mind
and turn them into
beautiful rhymes

your mind is poetic
and so is your soul
never stop writing
turn your darkness into
something beautiful and whole

A nut tree grows,
at Four Lane Ends,
along with crows,
and passing friends,
who briefly dance six feet apart,

While fears prance,
sparrows dart,
beneath the rose,
and wild bird song,
my love grows,
ever strong.

You deem me a weakling
I do not entertain your foolishness
but instead of fighting you,
I answer with silence instead.

you are not aware of the fire that grows inside
threatening to burn out your lifeline
I keep it under lock and key
I answer with silence instead

With every word, my demons grow hungry
the try to slyly creep out
I shall not allow them
I answer with silence instead

Don't perceive my mercy for weakness
for if I was weak,
I would let my fire burn the wicked
and my demons would swallow you whole

Anger takes no strength
but to keep the peace is rare
So don't mistake my strength
just because you answer weakly