My pen’s ink continues to bleed,
Stemming from my heart’s cry
Flowing on the paper
That speaks from my soul,
The pain it feels,
The hurt it bears,
The emotions therein
That seems to last,
I hope its fount doesn’t stop
I pray its flow never ceases,
For from my pen sometimes, peace comes
To my troubled heart
From it, I pour out my heart
To God, my country and love
From it, I say a prayer,
That only God can hear…

(c) Chukwudi I.

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