As I sir in the classroom,
Looking in the sky I feel love,
My pen becomes so weird,
Becomes so magic and I feel words.

A white blank paper looks hungry,
So hungry about words that flourish,
My teacher's mouth spit fire,
The fire that encourage me to write.

As I sleep over my heart feel this,
Feel the words I am about to write,
I take a pen and a paper,
Pen become so magic and relieved.


#WritcoPoemPrompt102
© Author Brian Makara