I Was..., Maybe Was Poem by Micheal Bello

...Due time, would that be
I mean truly be
If i could ask again
May i ask in due hours
Hours of pains
I seek your door
Again, i knock
Though might be
...Be at dawn
As i whine
Stabbed
Pricked with spears
Gloat in fright
Yeah, I was scared
I was near
When death blew his trumpet
Calls me
I mean again
With metronone of... Clinical experiences
Doctors  trains of expertise
jacked me awake
I seek again justice
From pain
As i awake from a jab
I really wanted to
To fly across many fountains
Deep
Cuts
That left me
No ink of words
Signal frightened
Network seizure
I wanted that too
To really be again
For i may not awake from a jab
If neither gold
Nor flame boil my pain all way
Now
i pen
In sorrow
As it written all over me
Glistening spirit dispiriting
Wasn't i told not to be
A smile clear as rose
And
Petals free as air road
Would i really be
A face
Where the earth take pictures
Or
Planks lace in ruins
Would i rather
Or never be
The breathing breathe
All breathe gasp for
Would i rally again
Against the mood
As I await rain
And moon
Play with the half moon
With the sun juggling
The demon stars
Fulfilling their full length
With fainting scars