Vent

A sensation of relaxing

peace

and no foreboding doom

or despair, cries, or regrets

The opportunity to exhume those fumes

of anger, joy, or a meager curiosity

Striving to seek the answers to our own problems 

and the events occurring around us

Whether it is due to a Mephistopholean foe, an ill-fated Babbit, or a knowledgeable Muse

I write 

lines and lines

Until my deed is done

My emotions revealed

And nothing concealed.