AceMillion: I used to be a poet

I USED TO BE A POET 

by AceMillion

I used to be a poet

Inscribed in my DNA was to obey the laws of this art

I used to betray the normal and rebalance stereotypes of what man is

But now I am merely a mortal

Tranced at mundane memories of the past years

I am a camouflaged candlelit worker

Ripped from the umbilical cord of creativity.

I owe no explanation on my relation. 

Impatient pivots, pigments of my imagination

 See I used to Dream in Color. 

But now Im Soaked in depression when I lessen this mind.

Gifts chained away in deep dungeons on work days.

See you, Pay me to hate me. 

My American Dream features no white picket fence.

Tense at every moment my thoughts deny dense.

My obligations are vacant; I’m a poet at heart.

BY :ACE-MILLION