Been a minute since I've been inspired by a verse. Or had the endless love, to wanna pick up the pen. I mean, just drop off like being silent, to just listening. Many transitions flow like the wind breezing through the ocean. Change becomes relevant, jumping and not lacking on that same speed, feeling like it's closing in. Yet, I told God whatever you're carrying me through, let it be for your good, but I also ask for your forgiveness, on feeling not inspired?
Been a minute, since poetry has been my therapy. Nothing like some fire ass verses, to uplift, than tear down. Just feelings being poured, I mean, nothing feels no freer than to just feel that flow, and release it. Been a minute, since I just wanted to grab the mic, and just chill, with a blunt of course, cause that's how I'm rolled. So, it's been a minute, missed you poetry. You're son is back."
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