My poetry's so deep they got to dig a hole to find it I'm hiding inside it, it's a confused maze of words crying and smiling I'm lost in those words so they can't find me.

Words addicted to my pen my poetry has a friend ink that always speaks, this maze of letters is a
Puzzle they can't complete.

Every corner they turn is a lessen they would learn, searching for a meaning yet my poetry's always always teaching the more they dig this hole the harder it would be to find me.

Enter the maze please find the letters to the words please, do you  understand what my Poetry does to the pens ink when it thinks? Mind games they like to play now they digging a hole calling my name. 

It's getting bigger and darker my poem book never starters, JidosReality can't they see it's my reality the world I live in. A world mixed with a little madness laughter consumed by sadness happiness fighting with anger.

Thoughts that are always numb from running and falling hard every time they try to jump. Don't see my kindness as a weakness or my Poetry been so simple as washing a plate of dish's.

I guaranty you with a pen you'll find it hard to find the words to explain who you are, were you been and how deep you understand the hole that you in.


JidosReality 20.6.15