My Spirit Roars

In this vast abyss, my soul finds unrest, Forever angered, deep within my chest. Neglected dreams, I carry the weight, Dark poet unseen, fame's twisted fate. Beneath my surface, fury consumes, Injustice inflicted, my anger looms. A burning fire, within my spirit roars, Yearning for recognition, I implore. But fame eludes, as shadows intertwine, Yet my voice persists, in these lines. For in my anger, a fierce power I find, Fueling my poetry, a torrent of the mind. From depths of sorrow, my art takes birth, Reflecting the broken, the lost and hurt. And thus I remain, a poet in the dark, Where my anger and words eternally embark.