I WILL
WRITE MY POEM
I want
to write a poem
A poem to tell you of how deep
My
heart yearns to express itself
I want
to write a poem
A poem
to amplify the nagging thoughts
Of my
saddled heart
The tip
of my pen has grown in reluctance
My ink
has opted to take a nap in battle
My
paper has suddenly metamorphosed
Into a
Judas Iscariot
The
odds have connived against me
Nonetheless
I shall
not be earthquaked nor tsunamied
Even if
inks willingly opt to dry up
And
papers fail to accommodate my thoughts
My
heart will never let my emotions down
The
thoughts that linger in my psyche
Run
more intimate
Than
the romance between the pen and its paper
The
yearning of my spirit to express itself
Supersedes
the quenchless thirst of the Sahara
My
hands will never grow weary
Neither
shall my voice box wail for sympathy
For I
know my thoughts will never disappoint
My
emotions will never evaporate
My zeal
will never peel
My will
shall never ill
My
passion will never kowtow
I shall
write my poem
Oh yes!
I will
always write my poem
