This is another poem from my anger phase. It's pretty long, so I thought I would share it on my blog instead of the Poetry page. Hope you like it. Dear Stroke, I Hate You By K. K. Schmidt You crept in like a murderer, No warning. No sound. One heartbeat I was living— The next, I hit the ground. You fed upon my future, Gnawed clean through every dream. Then left me in the wreckage To hear my own heart scream. You stole the words I carried. You crippled trusted bone. You turned