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I haven't written poetry since I've started back a school. I honestly though my writing had taken a turn in the wrong direction, then last night, out of the blue, inspiration FINALLY hit! I haven't drafted yet; what is here is what I wrote last night

The darkness is my best friend,
For I have no compassion.
The tear stained pillow of my fears,
Has kept me strong over years.
The cards dealt by fate, I hate,
To have this yearning, burning
Sensation in my whole soul.
Who knows were the dead do go?
I was so full of hopes, dreams.
To be, be ripped at the seams
Is what we all truly fear.
I think, therefore I am not
fit to lead, let me be shot.
Cause this fate, I hate
Hates me.