Paroles

Like the sound
Rhyming out from the piano
Poetry is my proceeding sound
Humming out from within my soul
Like a song without an end

Likable
It is
For anyone to be gifted
Like the one
Who receives five
And then two
And one gift
Poetry is my gift from God
Wrapped beautifully with a burden

Eminence it is that I bore this burden
Griefing over the thought
Of gravity of neglecting
The think tank self session
Is not a space I want to stay
Consideration of bearing the burden of poetry is now my
Matter of urgency
This poetry I will bear
Drifting from the lines
That rhymes with sound and meanings
Is not my space
Draining down by the act of countless thoughts of emotions and words joined together
To create meaning that out-wit Mediocrity
Is now my consideration

Daily I Carry this burden
Not minding the gravity of the cost and pains
That aches my back constantly
Because I know very soon
This Poetry go settle all of us.