Poetry is art.
Or is it not?
It helps create,
subdue, mutate.
It makes us all
Reach for solution.
Taking hope,
Stripping Resolution.
It rapes our minds,
It rapes our soul.
It makes the people
Feel Alone.
It twists our minds,
Helps us to dream.
That we are better
Than we seem.
But don"t be fooled,
Continue writing.
Continue suffering
And Fighting.
In time you"ll see
It all was worthless.
Your words are crap,
Your verse is pointless.
P.S. No offense people.
Poetry
© Copyright: Desperate, 2001
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