Another Poem

I had written another poem
Nothing short of an outburst
Emotions pouring from within
Filling up my retribution thirst

Strong opinion and intention
Clouded all creative thought
The poem became a narrative
But truth was completely lost

When I read it now I just laugh
At views once turned me aghast
But it serves as a fading memory
Of the inner turmoil now passed

So I realized an ounce of fact
That sentiments are often blind
To find reality we need a distance
And let go of narrowness of mind