It seems I haven't written a poem in years.
I believe it was the multiple fears that steered my mind.
My heart died and rejuvenated back alive,
In time I've been discovered as one of a
Kind,
And in the future I'll be the one that's in everyone's mind.
The love and hate,
The confusion and debate of;
Unrelatable lashes, with head gashes,
And multiple hard tasks
Will leave me fearless to an open grave.
I feel I'm the one rapping,
Taking in the devil tapping's
With the mysterious consciousness of my mind
That's overlapping,
And now I sit contemplating as
My poem writes me.
Define me.
And master me.
The bells of heaven will ring
As I've been set free.
-Marci H.
May 5, 2018
May 5, 2018 at 8:56 PM UTC
It seems I haven't written a poem in years.
I believe it was the multiple fears that steered my mind.
My heart died and rejuvenated back alive,
In time I've been discovered as one of a
Kind,
And in the future I'll be the one that's in everyone's mind.
The love and hate,
The confusion and debate of;
Unrelatable lashes, with head gashes,
And multiple hard tasks
Will leave me fearless to an open grave.
I feel I'm the one rapping,
Taking in the devil tapping's
With the mysterious consciousness of my mind
That's overlapping,
And now I sit contemplating as
My poem writes me.
Define me.
And master me.
The bells of heaven will ring
As I've been set free.
-Marci H.
