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# Unfinished Poem 1

What I don’t learn I don’t know

what I don’t speak I cant show

& therefore I can only be what I dare to confess

I only consist of things I succeed to express

in a wild world I found heaven was the only place to call home

I never seen the grave but memories of black blood and cemeteries

seem to linger

in my thoughts.

I tell friends that foes can shoot at my flesh

but they’ll neverĀ take to my soul

they’ll never be renewed

when they don’t see the things of old

that brings the cold draft up into the hole,

into this abyss called life

signs and wonders too clear to blunder, I said too clear to blunder

they’re going to see before they hear

like thunder.