Verses flood my mental
drowning all of my sorrows
words became the arrows
that long to hit their mark
the hunt began
long before
i came to be
it is my quest
to fulfill that
which i must
to touch souls
that need
to be blessed in my poetic realm
drowning all of my sorrows
words became the arrows
that long to hit their mark
the hunt began
long before
i came to be
it is my quest
to fulfill that
which i must
to touch souls
that need
to be blessed in my poetic realm