They said they want more poets then rappers,
Well sit down and have a flick through my chapters
Take a glance through my past,
If you were in my shoes would the pain surpass?
I burnt bridges and I wish them well,
No more fake stories and dreams to sell,
I’m just doing me, productive frequency look who I’ve come to be.
The dark horse that most doubted,
The closed doors and detours, left me wanting more.
I can really take you all back man; once chased spots of happiness like Pac-man
All I needed was a goal and a plan; now here I am
Plotting and rhyming, nothing comes before divine timing.
-D. Edwards | www.pain2poetry.com