I don’t make up words to write then read
I wake up and write then I bleed
I’m trying to tell you something
But I cannot say it in words
I keep coming back to my poetry
Because it helps when I am hurt
I reached the beginning of GOD
When I woke up to the end of me
You can never plan for a Tsunami
When your mind is only a lake
The World doesn’t really satisfy you
When you know you’re GOD sent