Infinite Poem by Okello Baloyi

I'm just another broken pen, spitting ink with meaning, my scripts are of wisdom, but with no use since they ain't reaching readers, with nothing to lose, I fantasize in literature, I just feel as I belong everywhere.

An inhalation of creativity, as I exhale poetry, I'm undefined but winning for my people, how about we bypass the process if my work could be published, my past has no meaning or relation, while the future is still inward me.