The Poem That Has Not Been Completed Yet

I sit and wish to write a poem That has not been written yet, Meanwhile a storm rises And gets amok in the chest A boat of words I set ready To sail over the risen sea Busy is the mind And somber is the mood With a paper in hand And pen in the mouth I go straight to another kingdom To another wonderful place There I see promises I gave But have not kept those till date Meanwhile a sense of guilt rises And runs swift among the veins I keep the eyes open And set the gaze fixed I am there, but here I feel also And clearly see the debt I took That has till date remain unpaid This time no one but I alone rise And cut the lines completed Thus the poem I wish to write That has not been written yet.