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