He escap'd the judging eyes of people,
each who further'd their unique agendas
at the cost of threat'ning co-existence
which he saw now was impossible, so
opening himself to midnight's gaze and
looking for a purpose by the starlight's
guiding leadership he found inside his
heart a fire raging hot with hatred's
glow, discovering the arc on which his
character would travel wouldn't be the
sort he'd wish revealed to his fam'ly,
friends, or others of his peers—destroying
last of hope for his redeeming story,
causing him to close again to th'world
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Standalone Poetry
PoetryBecause sometimes I feel like it. They'll probably always conform to a format because I'm not great with free verse, so I strongly encourage looking up the rules of any forms you see here and don't understand.
