Poetic Damnation

I was in a bottomless hole weltering with nouns and adjectives,  Hitting rock bottom would have been easier than finding my release,   Expressing my thoughts,   Caressing my words,   Making the choice,   The choice to speak eloquently like a potty mouth with road rage,   Fluently like a message prophetically staged,  I've been blessed with a burden,   A gift has fell in my keep,  I'm owning the speeches that have possessed my soul,   My voice is now me sowing my reap,  A black hole has become a beautiful burning charcoal of warmness that fills my heart,   A simple task is no longer a simple task,  I live and communicate every day of my life through an art.


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