Original poem by Amarachi Ogbonnaya
Run, for thy heart doth wither,
From your eyes, your soul wanders,
In the deepest, thy sorrow lay,
The cool ambiance, your lips sought to say.
Tap tap, your feet wish to dance,
Sorrow and Joy, you lay on the fence,
Your eyes saw the writings of my ink,
In sorrow, you fell and your heart sank.
Fragile hearts doth shiver at my poems,
In deepest emptiness, letters flow,
From woe to woe, heavily I tell,
You mourn the emptiness long forgone,
Once your eyes behold the sad letters,
Of the poems born from sadness.
Stories of misery, my ink quick to tell,
Shy away, I have no good tiding,
In the dark, my letters dance in happiness,
Maybe I lost the happiness I once wished for,
Depressed heart, my poem devour.
