Perplexed and perturbed
Pen I grab
I blow my life
And in my verses I survive
Sometimes I blabber
Some random thought
Sometimes I etch
The reflection of my heart
Sometimes I portray
A tinge of delight
Sometimes in gloom
My pen halts
However dire
It may seem
I do not wish to die
I plead not for extols
Or fallacious words
Slash apart
Assess my flaws
Don’t let me plunge
Into an unreachable horizon
As I wish not to die
But, I wish to rise
Tampering my flaws
As I wish not to die
I wish to rise
Flowering my potency
