Poem

Scared I would be

If it were not for thee

Haunted I am

My life turned around

Useful I want to be

Everyone has their place in history

Repulsed by someone’s attitude

Anger wants to be loose

Solemn in my thoughts

A sale, so I bought

Contrary in mood

Trying to do what I should

Forever explaining

There is constant complaining

Wretched as things can get

Having to wait again, I bet

Rhyming to make a story

Things often take from someone’s glory

Faultless almost never

Things that come won’t last forever

Striving each day

Offering often to pray

Writing to make an impact

Things get cherish like old nicknacks

Whispers bring contentment

Lies bring their resentments

Trials give way to error

People often flee from terror

Reading to retain knowledge

Never facing something that should be acknowledged

Turmoil brings tribulation

Poems bring forth revelations.