Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

From time to time
I write these words that rhyme

They come purely from the heart
Often hard to make them start

But once they begin to flow
All other things I must forgo

For these words I must write
And do so without a fight

Feelings I've held for so long
Emotions that can not be wrong

Oppression seems to be the relief
But gives me nothing but grief

Sadness and sorrow are what I bolster
Happiness and joy are all I wish to holster

In the end the words of anguish,
Are the ones that I publish