Freeeeee Write Poem by Bryan Alexander

rage was taken
stolen in the dead of night
to scared to fight
or put to flame
what was left of my dreams
torn from the seems
pages cut
giving the words
time to bleed
what do I need
an island, a home
where Im always alone
but surrounded by
a crowd
dressed in my burial shroud
I head for the street
my place to meet
those willing to sell
pieces of soul
for my vice
smoking away life
in the chamber of gas
that was once my heart
star crossed
doomed from the start
I forgot to depart
my lack of wisdom on you
broken muse
and Im too drunk to write
the day has drowned
and now its night
give me the bic
so I can ignite
these words that weren't right
if we cant have poetry
at least we've got some kindling
for a fire tonight