It's Just a Poem
It's just a poem
Oft I write about heartbroken,
When I haven't gone through one.
How luxury and beautiful love could be; I scribed,
but never been loved with the nature so spectacular.
It's just a poem, only a poem.
Introvert I Am, in reality. My worries; an unspoken sea,
But in papers a well known outspoken writer.
Never for once have I ever taste a kind and honey moonlight
But I give almost all of it with my pen so sacred.
It's just a poem, only a poem.
Often I impersonate voiceless and poor
Their worries, sorrows I tell them to the world
When nobody ever touched the wound so
Suited as mine.
All, a poem- just a poem.
Birthday wishes in my ink so reside
When nobody knows my natal day.
I dodge the snow and the Muse
But they always find me. Why?
It's just a poem, only a poem.
I drizzle the worldly mirrors,
When nobody knows what I look like.
My poetry, a motivation
Whilst noone cares to motivate me.
It's just a poem, Only a poem.
Copyright © S. Abdulwasi'h Olaitan | Year Posted 2023
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