I am both the poem,
and the poet at the same;
for beneath all the talents,
lies my desire for the fame;
and I do strive for the best,
for which I am compensated:
writing in but a simple jest,
the feelings that I've demonstrated;
but I live for the above,
as there is power and wonder;
while myself I learn to love,
while I whimper and ponder;
for is it not that my boon,
lies in the smiles of the moon?
Is it not that my talent,
has finally become prevalent?
Is it not that my thoughts,
have finally showed my sought?
Is it not that my power,
has finally bloomed into the flower?
Poesy of Eloquence
By nazahace
❝ this tragedy is soaked with tears that dry the ink in my hands. ❞ ━ the poesy I've yearned to release eve... More