Poetry In Motion

As i begin to reflect on the magnitude of poetry motion
I go deeper and deeper than gold expressing my emotion
Pencil . . A paintbrush of visualization
Tabularaza . . A canvas of my generation
I dont use weapons,i use my words to fight
Pain is like death,it can pay a visit anytime
Whenever i feel lost and hidden within the darkness of night
I introduce my pen to the page and begin to write
Sometimes out of the blue i hear cries in my mind
Depressed voices in my head screaming '' Why? ? ''
Feeling deprived and ill at ease
Loosing sight and hope,living with a broken heart and dreams
When it turns to rage i converse with the pen and explain how it feels
My book of poems is a chronicle of tragedies
I spit the untold
Unequivocal truth is what i unfold
Im novelty
Im a product of poetry
My word is strong
Proficient chef of food for thought
I speak words of the unseen and retrieve souls that are torn
Trapped under depression? Embraced by darkness? Thats nothing my words are to dawn .