I’m a poet don’t you know it,
I’ll give you a part of my soul low and behold I’m me.
Every pen stroke and ink on that page is me,
Every canvas soiled with color is me,
What you see is me.
What you feel as the words choke you is me.
That feeling like the air is retreating from your lungs, that’s me.
Those tears in your eyes…
That hole in your heart…
The fire, you no longer can even think to start.
The blood you now see,
The body laying limp on the floor,
The “do not disturb” sign on the door,
© Akeem Rowe Kingsinister, 2016