PoetA Poem by RenegadeI am a writer War fighter Sometimes A little lighter I will prime The rhyme Your mind Cannot confine Prisms Splits rhythms Your mind Is in a schism Visions Derision Your eyes will think it’s given Sound Confound Your ears To the surround With emotions Commotions Your heart Bleeds into the oceans I am Stoic Smooth Poet But most times You wouldn’t know it . © 2013 Renegade |
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