Thought I Was A Poet Poem by Vesseljohnson Adewumi

I never doubted my diary
Her comfort gave me succour
My bedtime is never ordinary
The angels beg for encore

When sadness made my mood swing
And temper leads me astray
I found solace in my book's wing
My pen cuddle's me, I pray

In the cold fist of the twilight
When stars give birth to full moon
My mind's eye become the touch light
Let the blood ink be my tool

Crafting my spoken word to win
My poetic shoulder is there to lean
To poem-straved, a comfort inn
My diary is to me a queen

But all these are product on my thought
My memory didn't mean to be mean
Slowly but lowly, I fell for the plot
My mind is playing tricks on me

If blessings are measured in omen
Maybe my gift is a curse
What's the point winning the women
But adding nothing to my purse

I thought I was a poet
Will ill-rhymes and cypher
But reality offered me a duet
And my coded words can't be deciphered

I thought I was a poet
Turning words into moving picture
But my vision was in silhouette
To be unveiled in the future.