I Am a Writer
Dinonymous
I am a product of pen, and word's conspiration
A lost boy who write, inbehalf of sundries of emotion
Melancholy, dread, often his piece's proposition
A prisoner, yet a friend of his forlone room
Writing is my world, the vent of my feelings
Ruckus is the silence, as I write out my sentiments
I write to express, and not to impress-that's the cause
Through my pieces, seen are the smudge of my flaws
Embracing my edges and curves, that stage is done
Road of my voyage, my charioteer has come
Good or not, great or just slight, if your heart shouts to write, claim it. YOU ARE A WRITER.
#LostInWords
A/N:
Hi! How are you doing?
I just wanna share to you my second Acrostic Poem.
YOU ARE READING
Lost In Words
PoetryThis book includes the poems which are entirely written by me. I have this desire to share to you the products of my imagination and my pen's collaboration as I get Lost In Words. I hope you enjoy:)
