My Life Is In The Pen Poem by Kolawole Emmanuel

My life is in the pen
For it pour out my pain
Filling me with purity
'And real sincerity'

It express all my thought
Even when I am silent
And keep memories down
For the next generation.

It doesn't lie nor die
Albait it always cry'
It come black, red and blue
And sometimes it give a clue.

O' gentle pathetic pen
Always loosing not gain
For I found Zion in you
A place for me to rest

'K'EMMANUEL
©Juwan David

photo by Kolawole Emmanuel