this is a poem i just wrote, sometimes i cant write for shit and sometimes poems are formed in my mind when im feeling something...anyway,it's really short, i think it should add some to it, tell me what ya think:

Oh who was he who said his mind could not be killed?
Oh he who lived in Earth's dark Hell and still set goals to have his dream fullfilled?
Oh he who had a mind that held too much to have his dreams defferred?
Oh he who's thoughts spread wide but sentiments were never heard?
Oh he was born beneath the dirt, was trampled on but never truly hurt.
For he was far too strong and wise, and far too brave that even facing death he'd never flee.
Oh well, he was and still is me.