A Poets Release Poem by Peter Vector

Hardship, that's what I face...
Emotions, the bleeding of my broken spirit;
I can't show what I feel,
Because if I did, they would persecute me...

Hurt building inside me...
Pain never able to be set free...
Hunger for some type of expression;
Trying to find something to escape my depression...

I need to know I am not the only one;
Alone, my poems are my refuge from the world of hate,
This is why I would want to die...
No one ever understands, why, why I feel so down,

Down into the deep blue,
Navy blue, black as Vincent's Starry Night;
Never to pierce into the white light...
The white of bliss where happiness is embodied in truth.

But what is this, just another release...
The thoughts still trapped in my mind;
I guess I will never be freed.
Just kill the poets inside of me, just murder me...