You speak of control?
You speak of emotion?
You lie; you cage.
You classify my rage;
a thrashing chaos;
a world in flames.
The dancing fires leap,
to the threshold of my veins;
acknowledging freedom's need.
So let my rage fly free.
Do not control my rage.
Do not control my sorrow.
For if you do,
so to do you control the joy
that passion brings.
So bring not your control to me,
for I shall ever dance
across the keys to Chaos' cell.
This poem is hard to read out loud. My tongue stumbles as it tries to say the words you wrote down. I think that makes it better because it makes the poem more Chaotic. I really enjoy this poem, especially after several readings when I finally manage to read it without messing it up.
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Martin