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