Each a powerful emotion,
Useful,sometimes,if in it's place,
But,if,wandering around ,a big disgrace,
Neither can one describe,
Except feel,with a false pride,
For, feelings are the outbursts,
Of ships on stormy seas,
With broken masts and torn sails,
That cannot be steered with ease,
A curse it is to feel,
The jab of emotional steel,
As it impales your soul,within,
Like a knife through butter or cheese,
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