Poem V – Round 1

Awakened from my deepest darkened sleep, I think, and rethink should I turn over once more or invest in infinite ink.

The ringing of a bell shifts my mind back and forth from reality.

I hear him counting one, two, three as the chant of normality disgust me to move from possibility to actuality.

He is watching me now I can feel his presence, so I rise, and I fight to feel his acceptance.

My feet stay grounded, but my mind is set free to feel my hand being guided by the words I cannot see.

I foresee my body trusting this familiar voice, so I rise, and I write because certainty is my only choice.

The feeling of regret shall never pass through my extended hand because I now understand firsthand the power of a man yearning to expand.

I will demand my body to never leave my mind unmanned in a ring I did not purposely plan.

I stare down at the canvas once more knowing he is in my corner waiting to descend because tomorrow I will rise to hear that bell once again.

Poem 5-Round 1

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