Bob Dole
10-23-2008, 10:44 PM
It's free verse; keep in mind that it wasn't meant to rhyme.
I feel it growing
Profoundly inside me
You are the creator,
You’re the one responsible for it’s cultivation
It’s derogation, I need a reformation
The real me now hides below it
It controls my emotions,
My consciousness
It is my voice,
An impairment of the mind
My only emotion, singled out and burgeoned
Unstoppable, Impossible
Looming to my own defeat
Hate.
I feel it growing
Profoundly inside me
You are the creator,
You’re the one responsible for it’s cultivation
It’s derogation, I need a reformation
The real me now hides below it
It controls my emotions,
My consciousness
It is my voice,
An impairment of the mind
My only emotion, singled out and burgeoned
Unstoppable, Impossible
Looming to my own defeat
Hate.