My heart wrenched,
My fist clenched,
Roll down the back of my neck,
My heart sad,
Conduct bad,
I fumble for a concept,
No talking or smile,
Ages felt for what was a while,
I was nothing,
I gave it back I felt relief,
Taken back and I felt grief,
Remorse panged with dialect,
My inner thoughts forced to hoard,
My reality won't defect,
Anticipation in discourd,
I pour my heart onto pages,
Red colored, far from sages,
A lingering, tumultuous, worthwhile afftect