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The Power of My Pen
My fingers grip tightly as I
create inversions and wise archaic diction.
Eager to record more glorious expression
and "wright" more on the canvass of time.
The power of my pen
is my panache and panacea.
My pen is connected to my thought
and words fight for a place upfront.
With eyes closed,
I disobey the rules of grammer.
Ideas form more quickly.
My Pen will last forever.
The power of my pen
is one in a million.
It saw the best in me when everyone else
could only see the worse in me.
My pen gave me wings so I could fly.
All I want is all from you.
It gave me an ink to colour the sky.
All I have is all from you.
I was lost but you find me here
You put me close; end up being near.
Forgive me PEN when I'm weak and lost.
You've being my eyes when I could not see.
Hey!!! ye poets on earth!!!
Don't give up on your pen
cos your pen won't
give up on you.
Copyright ©
Adedayo Samuel
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