Why I Became A Poet

by

to get the anger out
to give the angst a direction

besides in
a flow for the unsure source,

a teenage child caught between

love hate a father

no mother and the

bastards that chose to

make her life hell

some outlet for the rage

pain hate sorror uncertainty
because nothing else lent its hand

to aid me in this life

thus I write
empty my heart soul desires

into words that rarely rhyme

but flow together rather nicely

paper that is thankless

with pens and keys that reach out for me

I write because nothing else

is quite a cleansing for the soul

the body

the mind
as writing a poem

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by: Satish Kakri
from: Mumbai, Maharashtra, India

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