My Gift
I often get compliments about the thoughts going on in my head,
the things I've written on paper and the things that I've said.
People tell me that the skill i have is something they've never seen,
but if they understood why I write they'd see that it's all a bad dream.
I write because it's the only way I know to ease my pain,
and it's the only thing that seems to be able to shelter me from the rain.
It's like when times get hard and things get hectic and bad,
the only thing I can think of to do is grab my pen and my pad.
Sometimes i wonder what would I be now if I didn't have this gift,
would I still be alive or would my life just be a myth.
If I didnt write like this I wonder would anyone know me,
and if I wondered how to do it would anyone take time to show me.
When you compliment my gift I thank you but I wish you'd understand it,
cause it's hard to think like this and live your life like a bandit.
So when you read my poetry dont just read it try to comprehend it,
cause the knowledge I'll give you is too priceless for you to spend it.
Isaiah Tensley