
Why I Write
Aug 28, 2017 · 1 min read
it is not for the ink of a pen
but the wink from my brain
the blessings of a curse
that bliss me on this path
am pursued by words
sweeter than temptation
bigger than a nation
magnificent than the sky
stronger than gravity
but their out-pour
swifter than an eagle
calming like the night
condemning like sin
uplifting like a blessing
bruising like a curse
yet controlling like sleep
i cannot run from this fate
for my days will be fake
and my nights late
i will be hunted like a thief
and disowned like a demon
thus i calm this temptation
by embracing a pen
emptying my mind
and inking every flow of pain and joy
and not complain why to words am just a toyed slave