Yikes!... wait, did you say you weren't good at poetry?! I don't know what you think you write, but boy, that was GOOD.

Your vocab is excellent, and some parts I just had to read over and over again because I loved them so much.

"Black, fluttering clouds await,
Before the striking of the storm
And I am my own receiver,
I am my own retriever,
I am becoming my vital mass
I am a token of my own substitution"

^ That stanza, beautiful.

Great work.

Lost souls stuck within the middle of Heaven and hell that line said it all. I loved this poem. It was deep emtional. and the word choice was the best. Both descrirtive, and brillant, you did an excellent job, please by all means don't stop writting your words are a thing of beauty. 5/5