is not
what we need.
Our pain in life
comes from retaining
guilt, and not reining
our hate and strife.
We all bleed
from hot

The form of this poem is called a trianglet. It rhymes AbcxddxcbA (where the x lines don’t have to rhyme and the A lines are identical). The number of syllables per line is 1-2-3-4-5-5-4-3-2-1.