My poetry
finds and defines me

as long as
I stay with it
we're a unity

to it I'm tied
in continuity

faith, the utmost faith
is required
in this mutual loyalty

when I'm sinking
it will embrace me
as I step into finality

I shine most brightly
   when I'm not seen
   or felt by anybody

There's enough talent out there
nothing of value can I  add
I'll  sit quietly behind instead
listening to very word being said-

an open mind I must have
if any benefit I were to get
there might be lessons
so profound that I'll never forget

Like the rose pricked from it's own thorns,
I have lead the rein to my destruction,
I cohabitate with loss,
That stems from my very own blood,
Thus my blood is a curse,
It heals,
And when I cut it,
is pours,
It lets me live and drown while ashore,
I am drowned in my blood
Yet my thirst isn't quenched

I keep feeling
Like I’m supposed to be waiting for something
Like I forgot to call someone
Or reply to a text
Like I have to say good night to someone
Perhaps I forgot to say good morning

But I haven’t talked to anyone
And there’s nothing I needed to do
Yet every time that feeling comes back
I think it’s because of you

God himself is his best creation,
A delusion so sublime,
It's comfort in pain,
Deemed as a symphony of insane.

I'll pour my bitterness in a presentable glass
To drink it again
Adjourned of hope fullness
As to saviour the taste of my destruction without impurity