From a selection of comments

“I doubt anyone has read less poetry than me.
Like jazz, I just don’t get it.
Both seem to be exercises in how to make something simple, complex for no reason at all.“

Maybe not reading it – but …

Tear it open let it bleed
Scream the truth I can’t concede
Burn the lies consume the ash
Rise again from the devil’s wrath

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Rusted walls closing in too tight
Echoes scream in the dead of night
Cursed by the weight of what I’ve done
Falling deeper nowhere to run

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Shadows creeping whisper my name
Chains of despair drag me deep
Underneath where no light can creep

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He’s a poet … and doesn’t know it 🙂