Poem by Dreadeir, from our forum.
I use it only with his permission.

Okay, first of all: about two years ago, I lost a notebook that had nedarly 20 poems in it. 
Since then, I sort of lost my lust for writing poems. But in the last couple of days I started 
thinking of things and wrote them down And here we are! My first poem in like, a whole year!

Now, just a head's up, this poem will seem different. "Why?" Do you ask? Because it is 
also a song. Yup, I went so far as to turn it into a song! 

I Heard someone

You're now tirelessly
Searching in isolation for hope,
But the truth is come with one to mope;
From the loving you hate,
To the pain you appeal,
it's all becoming harder now to feel,
All answers you've seeked,
are the loved ones you've destroyed,
you're hatred's well employed,
I have no heed to listen,
I have no want to heel;
Someday I heard somone worth living for,
He spoke with angel of grace,
my hatred seemed to erase,
Today I live unlike before.