Bittersweet Ending Poem by Demetrius JonesDixon

I was so used to all the drama.
I got used to the thought of it never ending like series of commas.

But I had to burn down those bridges to the cold ground.
I thought they were a threat, but that wasn't sound.

I've had to install a new plan.
I had to excommunicate some people from the clan.

It seems like I'm growing tired of many people.
The stench of their egos rise higher than the Catholic Church's steeple.

Things have changed and it was definitely for the better.
I have been writing free verses like they were letters.

I let my train of thought run rampant through them.
I saw the growth in my inspiration beginning to stem.

Although it's been two weeks and I haven't been able to write jack squat.
If I'm not in wartime I feel like I'm in a mental knot.

I often spend hours thinking and listening to acapella.
I think I would enjoy nights when the moon's out and I stand outside in the rain with no umbrella.

I can smile at the night.
And I curse the light.

Because it tried to contain my might.
Feed me spoonfuls of lies and blind my eyes with blight.

I scrutinize every aspect of my life with a microscopic zoom.
Denotation is imminent; the last thing they heard was "boom".

I watch carefully as their dreams are crushed.
The voice of their inner spirit becomes hushed.

I never understood why they were brought into my life.
Assailment can be such a sarcastic knife.

Please compare my will, to reinforced steel, cause it is unbending.
This has truly been a bittersweet ending.