I Am A Poet, I Am Someone, Free Poem by James Darwin Smith II

Theorizing chaos
Before it could ever hit
Faulting against the inevitable
Drenched in fate's own spitting spite
Watery regret, an emotion's dread
Cumbersome threat
Bewildered to say the least
The most quintessential task
Not so easy by the escape
Made within these thoughts
Dialled in on warp speed seclusion
An introverted retrospect
Delving in with a hunch
Leading towards silence
Villainy of trust
Intuition not heard
Muted point
Moot by the unreliable
Undeniable, non-desirable
Learning how to cope
A typical euthanasia
Such a fad in danger
Hopeless stranger
The false pretence of dreams
As everything predicable is safe
No matter how much damage caused
Buzzing catering eyes
Invasions of many conquests
Attitudes deriving
In a hubris engrossing cadence
As the lowest form of harm
Dwindles in romantic residue
Tourniquet heart bewildered
Being painted black and blue
As psychic notions drifts away
Ernest intent, forced to pay
The price for having any will and fortitude
A collection of metaphors hung
Dry by the disillusion of a day
Drenched in solitude
Folly frigid angst
Towards loyalty at its highest peak
Watching time become weak
As the current season decays
While the present becomes obsolete
The past turns into lessons achieved
Towards the future of many dreams
Tomorrow's cleansing is today's release
As this very moment shall be the day I lose
Only to slay the beast of tomorrow's fleece
And the future time will be a force to reckon
This I state with great belief
Beckoning these scars
Emotional trophies
Used by each tranquil musing
With dignity, with honor
Being gifted with a poetic voice
The very language so fluent in my own beliefs
Making something out of me in great retrospective
More than any shallow expectations
Once bequeathed to me
By doubt that inspired innovation
The oasis that gives out so much inner peace
Visions of glory I will never keep
Sharing everything and anything
To see many smiles shine ever so brightly
Chaos causes scars
Enough to form future roads taken
Mapping towards life lessons
Creating wisdom beyond what I use to believe
I am a Poet, A dreamer of beyond
An artist of words
In the images of the hunger
For which I will always strive
Onward in this fate prolonged
At least my muse
Makes me feel like I belong
Otherwise I am lost in a chaotic surrounding
As anxiety takes command
But I fight
With words that play on
And on with solemn keep
Of self in this lonely venture prolonged
But hey at least I am something or another
Hey, I am a poet, I am someone!
Yet, what am I to everyone?
Am I a poet that is someone?
Living in chaos
Is better than being empty
Vacuumed by the past
Worried for the great beyond
But I fight
At least to myself
I am a Poet, I am someone
In dedication
To Poetry, My strongest release
I am independent, I am as one
I am a poet, I am someone
No matter how I write
I always believe in this very ability
I am Poet, I am someone
No matter what anyone else thinks!
I am a poet, I am free
There is no limit in which I shall achieve
I believe in me!
I believe in me!
I am a poet, I am someone
Free!
Yes, Free indeed!