I write with a passion- With hopes of it lasting,
Stuck in your head- Like that song you were blasting.
My words are addictive- My thoughts are vindictive,
I’m pouring my heart out- I’ve been called gifted.
Talented, troubled- Lonely and depressed
Crazy, Insane- A genious and stressed.
Call me what you want but as long as you read,
You soak up my spirit- You become one with me.
You enter my world- If only for a moment,
You see into my soul- You take my heart and hold it.
You witness my thoughts- What I was thinking at the time,
With every verse, every word- Every line and every rhyme.
You become a part of me- You enter my mind.
If you like me now- You will love me later,
If you dislike me now- Eventually you’ll be a hater.
My anger is at a boiling point- I keep it inside,
Bottled up deeply- I have too much pride.
My heart and mind clash- In a battle of epic proportions,
My soul has been restless- Everything is distorted.
Enter into my world- See it as I see it,
Se what I have become- And why I don’t want to be it.
With every verse you skim- And every Poem you read,
I become part of you- And you become part of me.
Michael C. Lucas