New Beginning At The End Of Time Poem by Darrick wiggins

theres once I was a boy; there was onced I cried like a baby; that trouble had to be avoided; like water can flow in the streams that can be so wavy; as my inner spirit grows; into a vine in which its resting in my temple; when I awake the more stronger the wind blows; while my heart is at the ease; and being sentimental; as my nerves sprouting it bleeds; giving me my ableness; to move and talk with god; in which it, make my time of life so limitless; as I praise his name out loud.