I have been feeling like a dream waiting for reality to take its place.
My emotions have taking the spot of the wind just blowing my pain to my mind.
My thoughts are cruising like the birds in the sunrise, and I realize change.
My heart is like oxygen conquering my body, so now I’m desperate to share my love.
My eyes are rotating like the earth, so now my sight is the vision;
Which bring hope to the lost.
My ears are headphones send a smooth signal to my nerves, so when I speak you will no longer see a
man, but an instrument God creates to make an impact in the world.
My blood have transform to ink, so I am no longer a poet.
I am a writing utensil that speaks wisdom to the hearts of many, and hoping a change will come. By: Milton Styner, Jr.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem