Since I had fun making the poem with 14 syllabes and 4 stanzas with AAAA, BBBB, ABAB, AABB rhyme scheme.

I don't know this poem sounded like a limerick. The level of sarcasm here is making me laugh.

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Unkindness

Ominous as how one paint emptiness and misfortune,
Black plumage one secretly want to hide in distortion,
This aching frustrations creeping in the heart to burgeon.
Choking into one croaking call of pure disproportion.

Pleaded to be in an empty white space yet met by madness,
Tired of the countless pointy fingers, blamed for their sadness.
As if I had courted the night and live their life leadless.
Charged with utter disdain, soon it woven a tale of dumbness.

One will never know what's sound without seeing all options.
Equipped with a sound mind yet ironically headless.
Humans dressed in white yet drives others to desperation.
Running from hypocrisy, blaming it to the voiceless.

This aching frustrations creeping in my heart to burgeon,
Observed as an opportunist yet aware of portions.
Choking into one croaking call of pure disproportion.
Unkind not greedy unlike those afraid of ill fortune.