Here lies my first poem

Here lies the first words I have written from my mind.

They remain silent on the lips of those who recite them

For they have been molested by those who feel inclined to share their opinions

Instead of listening to understand, they listen to condemn.

So, here lies the words of every emotion buried.

Their perspective on matters never mattered.

The residue of their relevance ferried to the nearest furnace to burn in the hell they spawn from;

There they will return to ash, rise as dust, be watered by tears to bring growth.

But first they lie on a blood spewed cement, choking on what they said.

Here lies my first poem.