Penned It Down Poem by Ernest Makuakua

Penned it down after some time after i healed of the pain
i'm sure ill write something good to inspire someone.

always about someone
someone else not about somebody else
just someone else some where anywhere
right there
right here
i penned it down after some time

tried to be funny but hey! ?
what is fun without joy?
happiness is the last word i spoke when someone smiled of the good deeds we do,
i penned it down after some time.

yes
when pain arise i feel like penning it down yet
the ink never comes out the words so locked...
ey! word block.
but when i think back i can penn down...
simply because i could heal. smile,
lough and dance!
now heal as i pen it down...

maybe i may not be the good poet the world may want or like but hey
my hand rejoices for this is what i am given as a gift and i will bleed these words, word, word poetry.
tell the story,
tell the world.


voice low,
no noise,
hand loud,
so much noise i can recite just when i penned it down...

this hand makes noise,
snap and it sounds,
clap and it sounds,
yet this one when it pens it,
its noisy...

papers scream..
neighbors cant hear...
wind blows windows close...
eyes drips...
ears so deaf the heart...
so emotional happy and sad...
body so still...
the feeling is mutual...
the world seems different...

Penned!
penned!
penned!
pen!
pen! ..
penned down.
ink so dark..
ink so finish...
yet book so full.