Deeper beyond any words in write
Destruction at every corner having a strange direction
Yet a plight with numerous complications
A Poet’s thought of life in the mind
A bit of surprises that might seem sublime
The Poet writes what they had experienced
The emotions were disturbed by a storm within
The storm became severe
There was a roadblock with no idea of how to preserver
The Poet’s mind became a conclude
The formulation was no solitude
But something told the Poet to jolt down the words
Immediately there was a silence with no sound
The Poet had no idea in where they would be bound
It wasn’t a place nor a town
But the Poet knows who they are and will construct a write down
The sustain will continue to remain
Yet the Poet dwells blame
A theme suddenly pops into the Poet’s head, “For Once It Came”
It’s all but a memory of a dream
It was long time ago standing as a youngster playing by a stream
I must return to reality, and think Poet
But as I write, I understand within my own convictions, and as a Poet, I now know it.