• I assume I'm a poet
    But I really did know it
    I try to make these words
    Twist and sway upwards
    Into a tornado of beautiful
    Stanzas that propel you back into that careful
    Exaggerated town
    But this time I won't allow myself to drown
    In my sorrow
    That I had felt only so long ago
    Within my Dark Age
    Though happily I left that stage
    In the past with all the regret
    That has rained my mind wet
    By a turbulent thunder storm
    Which only wishes to form
    When I feel the world suddenly lift
    And drift
    Me into this magnificent
    Land that I only hope is the reopening of my absent
    Poetic shutdown
    Now there is no reason for me to frown.