I've always believed the pen
To be an extension of the soul
Where words bleed pain then find comfort and stay in control

If I find an entity who falls in love with my writing
I will surrender to the sea of words and halt my searching

The alphabets, swimming in the pool of sentences
Finding a place to belong and forming a bond of alliances

Soon, they flow from my fingers to the source that will set them free in digital or paper
My mind at rest, when it no longer holds the words and they are passed on to the reader

Ultimately, I am just looking to permanently ink myself
In the heart of someone whose pages never ends among the shelf

I reside in constant craving to be heard or read
My insatiable desire proudly claims, it'll Never be dead

I'm possessed by the spirit of syllables, they dominate my essence
My pathos, is heightened by the injection of poetic concept, in frequent occurrence

I can't be exorcised, every attempt has been a humorous mockery
So, I in kind, tame the Wordsmith to be in modest behaviour, Within Me
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