By Patrick Okello
Piemonte House
Date: Sunday, March 24th, 2024
My pen
Is my sword
Its ink is blood
Writing the history
Sharing the victory
Always bleeding
Without the wrist
Complaining
This is my pen
My voice my life
Sharp like the knife
Perfect and fearsome
Gruesome but awesome
Every season
It writes for a reason
This is my talking pen
Writing pain
Clearing it with a rain
Full of vain
This is my vomiting pen
Vomiting laughter
Wiping tears
My pen, the eternal sunshine
Only mine
It reigns and breaks
My pen, the nuttiest
It keeps me pristine
Sweet like butter
Sometimes it's bitter
It heals and beeps
My beeping pen
A door that is always open
Every day and hour
It speaks
With knowledge and power
My pen, my other hand
Well and grand
Beware!
Every time it is ready to fight.
Patrick Okello
The Voice Of A Silent Poet
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