i’m not after likes at all for all the poems i write, i just think they’re adequate and maybe even right,how can me in darkness then thus give somebody light? i have just been gifted with the sharp and keen insight, and some things that bother you were never meant in spite. for some have been too sharp it seems the bark is like the bite, mixing words with colour so that black is just as white.  i only do this poetry to give your spirit flight, and give reprieve to heavy hearts to soar to greater heights.