What is it you seek? My Self, talk to me
Is being powerful what you seek to be?
It hurts, I know better than all, it stings
This path is
Clash
Far Star
My self why do you cry? Do you miss my kiss?
You are in my heart, you want more than this?
My soul turns and twirls from your depression
Come
Hidden Truth
What’s there to say when all has been said?
There’s always more to write till you’re dead
Endless is the expression of a human in paper
They ask you to
Refine
How do I feel? What a question to ask,
Like taking a job, not knowing the task
It remains a hidden mystery within
A straight line made out of a
Pen and Ink
My pen, burning with words, ink.
Ideas go into my mind then sink.
If you’re a poet, then write and just write,
Until your fingers blacken, like frost-bite!