Away, I am
from this blank page.
filled with an unknown
undefined rage.
Hatred inside grown
against whom
I cannot comprehend.
Looking for excuses,
drawing away from reality
spitting out curses
on the face of fake charity.
With love for green
I have traveled to places,
upon meeting people
I have not seen
happiness in their faces.
The tune still rings
inside my ***** head.
When will my dreams
grow the wings
needed to fly before
these eyes become dead.
Poems have become a satire to my own self.