Birth from Death.
To think it started from the end.
This is where the poems began, this is how they begin.
The first poem ever to free me from the darkest beings,who aren't so dark.
Began with the darkest thoughts no longer dark.
A poem of Death.
My oldest friend next loneliness.
I've lost family before birth, some during life, and I'll some after I die.
I learned to never comply,
with fear, worry, anxiety, I was always ready to die.
After my first poem jumped into the heart of my principle when I was in the fifth grade I knew I was a grade A writer.
She may have lost something when she lost someone so my poem spoke more than it should, but I lost the boundaries from chains that shackled my mind.
My words became strong and adept.
I was born from the dark and depths of Death