There's a Demon in my soul
Why I write he alone knows
I used to write for fun
And the flow would just come
Now trying to write to a prompt
Just doesn't feel the same
Sometimes I go insane
Trying to play this game
Rhyming with a rhythym
To the name of a subject
That I don't own
Really my pen has a mind of it's own
I just follow where it goes
And then the flow just flows
As you can see my pen loves this topic
That's why I can't hardly stop it
Writing on it's own untill the flow is gone
I like when my pen writes on its own
Giving a name to the work after the work is done
That's the way I think it should be done
This ended my poetic confession
Thanks for the opportunity
To let my pen write freely
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nice poetic confession and good way of writing. Keep it up Frankie. Best Wishes. Naseer