Coward

Will sugar even be sweet, or flying even be great As this heart, be consumed by hate but can’t even vent Imprisoned in a flesh, a pathetic flesh Gifted with a melodious voice but can’t even manifest Oh! Such cowardice Coward I say! For allowing thyself to be caged Because of fear of showing thy rage That people would utter such remark against thee Well I say, let them be! For such brilliant thoughts must be heard form thee I told the mirror as I compose myself Ready to face another day.