Breaking Free - Poem by Maverick Jones
I can't stop now, not with all that's running through my head,
I can't be expected to go to not crave lead,
Its just like Maverick said 'monsters don't sleep under your bed but in your head.'
However my monster is clouded words that keep me up at all hours of the night,
I have to write to keep my mind right.
I'm starting to feel like the old me again,
that only means time to break out the book and pen.
I feel like I've been gone for far to long,
I'm so happy that I didn't play my swan song.
Most people think I didn't go no where,
that I always been there.
The sad truth is my poems have endured so much,
that they sounded like munch.
However, after a long year of painful writers blocks,
I finally broke through these locks.
The clock is showing me my punishment is through,
that my rhymes are overdue,
and that I must show the world what I can really do.
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