tears became blood, tongues became fangs
someone is to blame for what he became
with all that mocking and merciless games
it isn't a challenge to center the frame

in his thankless family that
harbored a hostile habitat
relentless ridicule dwarfed the bats
wearing him down, and that was that

restless sleep, only and one
crescendoing with a sudden plunge
finally ready to flee and run
but the damage had long been done

a fully innocent, special soul
falling down that dreadful hole
having become far from whole
a lucent granule rendered null

I enjoy writing poetry about things that bring me deep emotion. I also have a lengthy poem from 21.8.31.E written partially in free verse and partially in 8ABAB, as well as a two-versed poem written in 4AABAAB.