Book of Poetry

A New Feeling

I feel like my burden is leaving my shoulders

I'm tired of hunching over

I feel like I'm better then sober

thoughts of the feeling makes me procure

Found my remedy and it's so much more

I grasp and I take to explore and adorn

I laugh at the wicked and give love to the hate

Thinking of love can always give a wait

Piercing of touch that take away the faint

I want a holding, charming mascarate

Hinding in the stories or the urban, ghetto states

Though strong and clever to know the time and place

Give me ya heart to find in the night's day

Or ya warmth that I find in the time to pray

That I say you will come sooner or later ,

And I'll be tucked in my mid-night cradle.