Words

I stare at this empty page. Imagining the rage i could fill with ink on every line. But i will decline. I will repent. I will save all the ink i could have spent. I will not waste my time on silly rymes that no one will care to hear. I will feed my poets soul with anger no more. But alas the freedom i have with this pen and paper i feel should not be dicouraged. for i have courage. And will stand up for my words. And let them fly and flow freely like birds. For i can not be stopped. Jaws may have dropped. The time is now. Even if i dont know how. I will change the world with my words. But my words are not enough with words come action and action can be tough. but these words here on this paper that i have saved from my rage. They are powerfull as gun and blade.