No Form Poem by Singleton M. Tate

Empty Me,
of those wishing
all to be,
of normalcy

I make my boast,
in those who
are Outcasts, to majority's reality

Diluted,
in my perceptions
I'll only give,
what is of the usual babble

I have no insight,
to anything,
which is not familiar to others

I need,
structures,
flow, forms,
meters,
precise rhythms,
and rhymes
It's what I know,
as I lack, any other knowledge

I'm,
closed-minded
shut up
in utter
darkness,
I'm secluded
from,
God's Infinite Gifts

I will never,
see,
anyone's
Unique,
Artistic Creativity,
The Soul's True Poetry

Yet,
Knowing
God, The Creator,
Started All Things,
From,
No Form