A Shadow Of A Poet Poem by Laquory Jones

I feel the melody inside of me weighing on me heavily
Maybe I wasn't ready for my own destiny perhaps
I'm scared to see what I will become in the future
Centuries sometimes I just feel things that's surreal
Others don't see the fires burning within the realms
Of my Brain I look into the eyes but the scars seems
To remain of deep seething pain or maybe it's just
My shadows constantly on it's edge it's like a wedge

Between us is this what it means to be a shadow of
A poet sometimes it just feels like the world puts you
On notice it gets harder to focus as constant thoughts
Continues to rotate in motion over the most turbulent
Of oceans my soul has been corroded by many dark
Forces now tell me where should I go when these voices
Delivers their speeches dragging on Reality's tragedies
Like leeches legacy is just above the horizon but I'm
Just a tad far to reach it causing me to become heavily
Heated I came from the space and stars do they really
Define who you truly are they told me I'm destined to
Become a superstar making it thus as far I was taught to
Raise the bar but all I see are shadows deep down
In the gallows making even the deepest of breathing
Shallow it's hard to swallow I have been cast down to

The ground and no I'm not playing around not one peep
Or a sound as the shadows surrounds me people saying
They too have slipped through their dreams does souls
Really illuminate before they disintegrate beware of constant
Assassins not wearing their mask and only wanting to cash
In your talent for success but in the end are we truly blessed
While thoughts go unrest if this is truly a test have I not
Given my best always more nothing less of constant stress
Have I not bore it all still haters constantly call for my
Deeds while watching me bleed planting in seeds of jealousy
This shall go on for centuries caused by my own granted
Legacy what a poet I had been with every inch of ink in
This pen like Gods yes we were y'all will concur that I've
Conquered the living realm by taking the helm in the
End the feelings grim as the days twinkle thin Amen.