Conclusion

living real life poetry 
living through every metaphor 
written on the page 
living in shock 
is like having writers block 
in which I find myself not 
being able to think for days 
writing rhymes 
seems to come off as true 
philosophy 
but its just enlightenment 
in a dark enchantment 
I usually consist somewhere 
in a state between tension and serenity 
as I travel back in time 
I tell a story with lines 
of hardships that hang to the heart 
like a melancholy melody 
I always use to whisper to my pen 
softly id lay down contradictions 
that are feared to be read 
redefining society’s laws 
that aren’t dear to be said 
im keeping the keepsakes 
of these desperate times 
these vulnerable rhymes 
that draw me closer 
to a heart that matters 
to be shaped and molded 
into it’s final masterpiece 
thee ultimate feeling 
when I eventually have some time 
to clear my mind 
seeking restoration 
living life as my conscience 
be my only true occupation 
to gather thoughts and fill thee air 
then erasing the facts that are daunting 
unrelenting, those which make us repent 
on our knees