This mind of mine, empty with thoughts.
This mind of mine running riot, chaos on the offing.
This mind of mine, hungry to tell his story.
This mind of mine, bleeding with ideas.
Who will set my mind free.
Who will open the floodgates of my mind.
Who will break the silence of my mind.
My Muse, weave you my thoughts.
My Inspiration, paint you my emotions.
My Stimulus, mould you my ideas.
My Tailor, spurn you my desires.
My Catalyst, fuel you the flame of my hungry mind.
The best, you bring out of me.
A raging fire, you enkindle in me.
The Poet in me, you wake up.
This mind of mine, empty without you.
©UCHE NWANZE
30-09-2019
01: 30AM
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem