Blood In Your Veins Poem by Nicholas Fuhrmann

Everyday you feel the pressure building,
Some days you cannot handle it,
Your blood is filling and streaming,
Until you finally get hit,
 
You get angry and tempered,
As it all feels like a single dream,
Let all your temptations out,
And let yourself be free,
 
Everyday and night you wake up,
You feel the fiery burness,
You feel your veins fill up with blood,
And that's your way of cureness,
 
It takes a man to know one,
To breathe and to take in a breath,
To take care of his problems,
And to lay his anger to rest,
 
Relieve your pains and matters,
Reborn your soul to whole,
Repromise of what has been broken,
And to give back of what you have stole,
 
Use your strength and not your weakness,
To control your own self,
Before you lose everything,
Until there is nothing left.