Justification

Interestingly enough
Inspiration has hit again
But perhaps it is through
Ineveitability
That a poignant verse is coined.

Many a wise man has said
A person's soul, their genius
Is created when bruised.

I am bruised, like Cassia,
But instead of sweet smell,
There is nothing except
This stagnant stench that
Festers and rots...

And in purging myself
My feelings come to light
From the shadowland of
The World I hold within.