The month of April is upon us once again and as you may or may not know that means it's national poetry month. I will of course be participating in this wonderful event by posting some of my poetry. This poem titled Evil of Old was written my junior or senior year of high school.
A sickness is spreading
Throughout the land
Passed along
Hand by hand
It spreads like poison
Through the air
Infecting all
It encounters there
Heed my word
And you'll have nothing to fear
Even when
The poison draws near
It travels along
Through rain and snow
Refuses to die
But continues to grow
Guard yourself
From this wicked foe
For when it spreads
It brings nothing but woe
Empty your ears
Of the things that are said
For if you don't
There will be trouble ahead
Strengthen your heart
To the problems you face
Take a deep breath
Accept them with grace
Do not be swayed
By others beliefs
But believe in yourself
To find your relief
And what is the poison
That spreads through the land
Infecting minds
As it slowly expands
The answer's so simple
That no one could guess
The name of the poison
The cause of distress
The answer is anger
So simple, so true
The evil of old
And also of new
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