We are an insecure lot
Whether we believe it or not

There are so many ****** up ideas
Which get the undue attention
Led by the blind few, to believe
The only way we can live

Words hurled with fury
Like burning embers
Too hot to keep inside
Paper catches fire
Billowing smoke of anger
Choking the heart

So many words are helpless
Bleeding with lacerations
They lose their existence timidly
As they are not given enough love
Spewing venom on words with disgust
Words longing for respect
They are just inner reflections

Surrounded by ambiguity
It’s natural to find meaning
Key is to keep searching

Poetry communicates with readers
With its genuine feelings

Every time love is trampled
It rejuvenates with fresh hope
It is eternal