There used to be a silent me
But I found what was inspiring me
Passion for words put a fire in me
Poetry began providing me
With fuel that was inciting me
NEVER compromising me
But guiding & advising me
Quite surprisingly
It helped me fight thoughts of despising 'me'
As past pain was continuously reminding me
Not really surprising me
So I learned to burn and confide in ME
I was then able to FIND IN ME
A suppressed energy burst that I'd exert through hurt
Then began my brain rewiring, and started writing untiringly
Slowly, the ghost in me was upholding me
From a cold soul and having spoke with morose tones
I slowly chose flows and would compose those
To dethrone and disrobe foes
And the inner hurt helped me emerge well versed
And spoke violently verbose
Perfecting my product of prose
I suppose, kind of on a level of pros
I took time, but then methodically chose
To utilize brutal rhymes, in my life that I'd disclose
And got this close
To opening minds that were once closed
Now I simply expose
Those foes wearing radical tactical clothes
Now this ghost must come to a close
Born as something unknown
With powers bestowed and it grows
And to THOSE, a threat is what I pose
Maybe I just suppose, their lives are juxtaposed
So I just suppose, or reluctantly have MUST arose
One day, my own flesh I must dispose
In this piece of peace, I disclose
I'm tired of this bottomless pit and its woes.