My Words Are Mine Poem by patpet Ogechukwu

I can feel my belly,
Am so pregnant with words.
In this theatre of thoughts alone,
Wishing to give birth to these words.
Why is the music silent?
It breaks my strength.
The ink has gone up the hill,
And the pen refuse to flow.

Drowned in sweat,
With my heart on its heels.
Poor heart full of words,
But the paper just went dark.
Bla Bla Bla! The sheep bleats,
kpum kpum kpum! My heart beats.
To this I must write,
Wish it heals the plight.

I see them in bits,
How do I gather the whole?
My head getting bigger,
And Bigger the headaches.
Like a chef show,
The words pleasantly cooked.
They are ready to eat the words,
How then is it theirs?

Take the paper,
Take the ink.
The words are mine,
And see them run down my spine.
On their toes they run,
In hunger for the known born.
The strength my heart hold,
The truth must be told.

On my back so I lay,
My legs wide open.
Push-Push the wind whispers,
Hush-Hush the words flow.
At the dawn it came,
In joy the stars glow.
Like Messi's magic,
The ink coming down is a trick.

These words of mine you can't take,
They are mine to make.
In your words dine,
But you can't eat mine.
This poor heart have a say,
To stand in truth I pray.
Yours you can only give,
Am crazy to forgive.
A pure and clean heart,
The strength of every truth.
Stand you well less you fall,
Hence you fall don't break the wall.

#thegodsarewatching