Maybe it was
my disdain it
soiled my life
an anger ripps.
My own idea
of what must
be reality it’s
virtue I trust.
No medal for
valor I’ll earn.
Just another
day I’ll learn.
What I hope
under a roof,
in a bed may
heart soothe.
I’ve nothing,
heart desires.
Forthcoming
is raging fire.
Hours in ire
lead my night
to emotion I in
do not delight.
Control me it
won’t I know
what I want I
in hope grow.
My quandary
I do demand
my heart to
aid my stand.
