From The Heart Of A Writer

A supernova of tangled thoughts,

A stream of flowing emotions.

Of all the battles that I've fought,

And all my considerable notions.

I paint the paper with the words that I spill,

I feed my soul with the ballads I compose.

Sometimes, I too have a gap to fill,

The drug of rhymes is my daily dose.

I love it when my pen cuts through my senses,

Revealing the light of the darkness in my mind.

Just like water dancing around the trenches,

Uncanny, of a different kind.

The ink drowning in the colours of past reminisce,

Heals the bruises of my bad times.

All I wish before my senescence,

Is my rhymes to become eternal chimes.