Poetry Pulls My Veins

My body’s wrapped in the vastness of poetry. Like a prisoner, locked in a dungeon of hope. Crawling through a poetic infantry With a feeling my heart could never let elope. My eyes were closed in sleep Until this feeling got revealed. It opened and I felt poetry so deep, Dangling at the hidden figures that I marveled. I laid my hand on my skin - so thin; Like a mirror, I got the poetic glance. Honestly, nothing could be seen Except those words that embraced my pen with dance. Inside me is a thought that could unsex a nation and seal due diligence. Inside my veins are disobedient racist sages Willing to end segregations' races. Inside me are lines that can travel longer distances And show the world success's instances. Inside me are lines that can cure wounded souls And lead them to healing doors. No time to give up; my pen is bleeding. Enough of energy is still needed to get this revolution speeding. It’s time to rise and get poetry on the globe, Decoding our memories in divers of hope. ©? Prince Tardeh