THE POET
The struggle struggled I from the buckle
With strive I shuttle amidst the rubble
I'm a warrior
That fought through the terror
I'm a poet
I speak with my poem while being quiet.
Despite the freckle, I sparkle
Pushing through the rumble, didn't stumble
In solitude, speaking to the multitude
Though I'm ineptude, but in seclude my unspoken words reaching the high altitude
The poem is my inner thought unspoken
It reveals my inner self that's broken.
My words are like the ranting of a madman
But to the wise one they are like the speech of Hanuman
My inner thoughts are like a raging volcano
But the expression is calm even in the billowing tornado
I'm gonna stand the test of time
My words echoing through the generations.
THE POET.
© YOUNG'ABBEY