Script Poem by kennedy musyoka

I wake up in the middle of the
night to write a poem but my
pen has no ink,
words full of feelings deep
meanings flow fast i don't
think,
This world of expression with
words am lost in,
Elevation of my mental to
extremes i can feel,
Words and letters arrange
themselves coming to life fast
not slowly,
another side of me am in a
trance don't seek me,
transmitting ma pain joy
strength weakness in crafting
letters only,
I see me myself and i as this
orgy of words engulf me