I'll Write
By ZyreneYobson
I stuck out my tongue
Make face at the mirror
Yawn endlessly
Waiting for my hero
Can you help me?
To be a productive teen?
Can you save me?
From this boredamn tree?
I shake my head
Left to right
And stop
At the count of five
I saw a feather
And a paper
But where's the ink?
Is there a pink?
I sat at the chair
And hold the feather
Playfully scratch it
at the paper
I was amaze
My heart beat accelerate
I saw what I had write
Oh, my hero, you give me light!
But what will I write?
I crossed my arms
Who cares, right?
So, I opened my arms.
I'll write a story!
But what kind of it?
Oh-no. How about a poem!
But I dunno how to create!
And what if?
My grammars are wrong?
It would be a full of shame
And be the joke of game
Then questions pop around
My forehead wrinkled
Then a bulb lit up
I need to go out.
I'm out of my comfortable zone
With the feather and paper alone
Then I realize, why should I worry?
I'll write want I want in a hurry.
I'll edit it soon don't worry
If I'll have a time my baby
If they criticize it
I'll accept it gladly
I may learn something from them
Or be bullied by them.
So, a warning my friend:
Be nice with your comment.
Why? Because Karma is my best friend
But, no, I'm not an alien
Karma just know who to be friend with
And who deserves to be killed.
