Unfinished Poem Poem by Abby Sze

Once upon a time
There is a Poet
Writing his thoughts
Translating through the alphabets
The emotions swaying in his universe
Catching and collected on this wrinkled paper
The flickering stars shining within his pupil
As you look deep to his brown eyes
The orchestra composing the dynamic of his mood
It's so loud I can hear even in another dimension
The poet tightened his fists
And there is a mind explosion
Of an expression
Of words unspoken
The vibration shockens me
His lip shivered as all the thoughts shooting to his heart
But unable to speak it out
"What's the point to finish this poem
When she won't be able to read it"
The poet thought

I lingering around this wrinkled paper
Reading the first part of his poem