I WILL WRITE MY POEM

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