REBIRTH OF THE WORD

I'm a Poet with no words to write.

No Vowels...no Nouns

in sight.

Mind Blank of Rhymes 

and quotes

No paper for Me to take

notes.

My Mind blank like the 

Universe before the

Big Bang.

Like a Choir

without 

a 

Song to Sang.

I'm a Poet

without a

Soul

If I can no longer

spit the game..

I will lose

My 

Soul.

So..I take a breath

so Deep.

Stand at the Edge

of Darkness..

and 

take a 

Leap

Into the Depths

of 

My Mind

And if I allow

My creativity

to flow

I'm sure I'll find.

That no matter how

far from the 

Light I may 

Be.

That Wordsmith

that

Poet

Will forever..

Live in Me.

E.

The Fifth Letter

I can never 

Fail

I can only

get

better

Cause the Rhyme is

within

and to not

write

Is the ultimate

Sin

Cause..

I

am

a

Poet

E. c.  20120315