The Empty-Minded Poet Poem by MxOLisi DhlaDhla

I Took A Pen I was Satisfied To Write,
I Tried Too Write BUT,
But I Didnt Know What Was On My Mind,
I Thought To Deep And Deep But Still Nothing Pops Up.

The Mind Of The Great Minds,
My Problem is I Like Rhymes,
I Sometimes Sleep Infront Of The Paper Thinking Of Rhymes
And I Cant Continue WritIng Without Them

I Realized Writing A Poem Empty Minded
Is Like Going To A War withOut Weapons.
Even Though Sometimes Im BrainLess
But I Can Be Very Dangerous.

MySelf and I Are Always Thirsty To Grab A Pen And Write
Words Of Masterminds Alike
I May Be Not A Master Of Poetry;
But Im A Master Of My Poetry.