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Breaking Change

The Insane Prophet

By Kiefer JacksonPublished 5 years ago 2 min read
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I was there when god said he’d never lose faith in us In the illness that ever wrote word to this

Seen it through ways of sunstained life stone ages you never think I could of thought this i rebuilt in this idea of creation and brought what you can’t shift

truth of why I was meant to be but I couldn’t see it

But what I make of this

Lead 1000 lives

Said it just as many times

Read in the glimpse of hell in our prayers i reload the chamber fire missiles of mind through to the root of the sickness and it’s in the eye

I can only think I’m going to survive at rock bottom

concealing everything until it’s time to break the seal for moments like these

lost connection out of mind trapped in the underground

I’m wireless but wired to everything in me

wired to my hands writin in of memory felt like meant to be

Subtract everything I could have been

my Mind calculates with what’s left

i create with no sense of justice to be felt

so I wrote this

in ears reach of the sound projected Ill

I’m always on point like Robin Hood

frequently I dip with their stolen goods

giving back the taste of freedom

into audience stoke to the style as my niche

hiding the building secret of everything left to say

i casted a shadow that no one thinks much of

till I illuminate the night

I dream with open eyes

catching fly cause I train like Miagi

living in my mind hidden among the valley of death in the clouds I’m in the tragic thirst of a heaven sent to catch a break and feel my breath in while they seek for it but where you will find it is at the time when you don’t seek to find underneath the unseen lies the rise of an underground king I feel The power echo terror in my brain brings back the memories of pain filling up with a hollow emptiness that brought this I follow with sorrow pumping through my vein rushing through my piston flowing into the thought of tomorrow again it will never be the same I’m lettin it happen too strange as I set loose ahead of myself drowning out the confusion then go back to the same thing it was going to be anyways

surreal poetry
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About the Creator

Kiefer Jackson

These words are my only escape

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