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Finding the inspiration to begin a poetic elation…

Is like bribing the menace, with utter dangerous temptation.

The heart is bewildered, and needs no condemnation.

How honest my feelings, it doesn’t take long for my pen to start racing…

But how modest my spilling, at times my rhymes are just pacing…

Difficulty in translation, my mind picks apart itself…

It doesn’t help, that I very well know hell —

So my mind is just lacing,

Though fine nor just placid…

I pick time to just trace it,

so if my lines are complacent…

Yes my mind is just placed in,

Dark times that need waking.

If I’m asleep, please don’t wake me.

I will awake with due timing.

My heart is just pure, and it isn’t just rhyming.

So if I’m asleep, don’t take me,

I’ll arrive in due timing.

For my hearts sake I’m just climbing,

Through the motions, I’m trying…