To all who read
Who eat this bread
Enjoy the margarine
I spread
I'm thankful
You appreciate
The doodles scribbled
By my pen
The pages filled with memories
Tasting of
Emotion-flavoured energy
Intertwining with yours
Blended
Sweat seeping through the pores
Of all I pen and
It takes the floor
Effort hates rejection
Yet it hates grace more
I'm graced nonetheless
An audience undeserved
Describes a poet blessed
So pleased he gets to serve
Share his only treasure chest
A tiny soul reaching for the world
With only words about his breast
Like chains of fire pulling him forward
He seeks to find his flame
A place of rest
