please come to me; I can't do anything without you
you're are my skill, my talents and joy
I'll rather lose the world than you

On the verge of losing my writing skill
my pencil is heavier than a sword
And my paper seems to be far away from me

Help!!!!!!! I'm losing it
I tried to think of something but it's all gone
Guess I will have to say goodbye


Dear literature, thanks for accompanying me all these years
I love you
© Ethel Chidubem