Poetry Chose Me

The strong forces of evil turned my emotions to stone they left me feeling tired, beat and lazy like a drone I'm not the only one but I feel so alone and the fact that this world has raped me I can't seem to condone I was in a zone of hurt, confusion and pain my mind was about to explode I was going insane somehow it was soaking my skin like rain but the droplets burned like the intense heat in flames for about three months I was drowning in desperation with no sign of hope I was dropping like deflation and like some crazy lunatic I blamed it on the nation the result of it all is that I've grown extremely impatient from up under a rock a paper and pen found me these objects mysteriously started circling around me I'm very fortunate that God has given me the ability to freely express myself through my poetic creativity it brings me an abundant supply of tranquility although I know to remain in a state of humility my pen is like a double-edged sword slashing through the vines of treachery that is in store I don't know what they are for but I'll use them to my advantage and try to score could all of this have been foretold in a prophecy? I'm unsure but I've been getting a lot of props ya see like a fresh apple my words drop from the tree and similar to a seed my talent grows with me sure I can be rude sometimes but on the inside I'm as soft as a rose petal words of admiration make my heart melt yet I'm as hard as metal it's obvious that everybody who knows can see that I didn't choose poetry homie poetry chose me By Glenn McCrary © 2010 Glenn McCrary (All rights reserved)