Out of the Blue
I don't know me or the world anymore,
I'm sure I'm unsure as I search for a cure.
I look for a reason to fight,
I've lost my bark,
I've lost my bite,
I can't see the dark,
I can't see the light.
I've got nothing to live for, nothing at all,
there is no wall, no floor, it's just me in freefall.
There's no pill that'll heal this feeling I feel
and nothing can conceal this feeling so rotten,
I swear falling like this is really rock bottom.
There's no stop to this drop,
unless I top myself and slot
into the floor and live in a coffin.
A year ago today I'd only wrote one poem,
now look at the flow and the skill that I'm showing,
my own unknown talent which I have now grown,
went from dormant to the forefront, I'm so in the zone.
On the day of the crux when I could of collapsed,
I opened a door never opened before,
and found some new tracks and to them I strapped,
there was no going back from a light I had found,
my bite came back and my bark made sound,
there were walls and floors, I stood tall and warred,
now I'm a poet and I show it to the world.
From never even being interested,
to rhymes that are easily digested,
I went to that place to get to this one
and out of nothing rhyme is the outcome.
POTD 14/09/2018
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