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.