A Song's Worth

Leaving myself
Taking a trip to be strong
Leaves only one thing:
A basis for song

As memory strikes
Of my fateful day
I compose poems of sorrow
Of pity and hate

A rhythm flows
A melody created
My songs are of darkness
Of all those I've hated

A tune shortly follows
Sometimes drempt about
I insert a flow
And perhaps, a small shout

They all add to the meaning
They give my song breath
They never await
They're unfated death

A song is forever
As the meaning is true
Leaving the writer feeling better
As they once-more renew