Spoken with a whirlwind of energy,
unforgiving without a thought.
Harshly sprearing
knives in my soul.
Discipline nonexistent
destroying a tradition
of kindness. No need
for a sword,
born with a sharp tongue.
Ready for battle
I won't lay down
until that white flag,
has been drawn by
You.
YOU ARE READING
My book of Poetry
PoetryI took a poetry class and I thought I would share my poetry with you P.S this is my first time writing poetry
