Why I Will Keep Writing Poem by Vivian Muciri

Pen and paper stare at me plain,
Wondering when I'll write again,
But there was always no gain,
as words flow through my brain,
Hence I promised not to write again! ! ! ! ! ! !


For every wrong I did, I write on paper,
For every right deed, I put plain on paper,
I enjoyed eating my pickled pepper,
As I write on my paper,
But this pain, I'll not write on paper,



I thought I had enough,
Of what I felt was rough,
To always sit and laugh,
Of what I thought was tough,
Writing always makes me sough,


It always feel amazing,
To have others read my writing,
It also felt edifying,
Just getting words of advising,
So nothing can stop me from writing,


I thought I can stay without writing,
But my situation is becoming alarming,
For there is much to put into writing,
'cause it has always been enlightening,
I can't help but want to keep writing,