Poetry Never Dies

Poetry continues from mine to your venue
I’m not an underachiever because no one has been a believer
From nouns to verbs I scratch the pen with my life time occurs
It’s darkness
Then it’s light
It’s joy
Then it’s fight
It’s humbleness and patience to managing your anger and retaliation
I’m not the best but I curse stress to get it off my chest
Sometimes this world can make you wish you were birth-less
But I thank the Lord for giving me the creative mind that wrote this
Poetry never dies until this earth is destroyed with fire