• And from after suicidal hour.
    A strong loss I felt of power.
    I saw others differently In my eyes.
    I thought differently about lies.
    My passion was now see-through.
    Twisting the eternal untrue.
    My destiny; It was hard to realize
    My work and ideas were idealize.
    I love what I do now
    Write, Write Angst I vow.
    I thrived to live through the pain
    And I was no longer seeing anything to gain
    So I turned to literature; the majesty of creativity
    What I noticed it was all negativity.
    I was left with just one.
    One purpose; To write than say none.