Time To Write Again

Time to write again

The air seize to breath

The brain failed to think

The pen against the ink

The paper could feel the pain

The pen left Without the ink

The brain drown into the sink

Nothing could my mentality print

Finally, the paper was left unpainted

Times and while My ink freely flows and now stuck

I felt empty like an unloaded truck

I couldn't run through the holes or pipe

I think am a dead living type

I remember my Genesis

I remember my training chamber

I remember the rest of my members

So I ran to seek help from others

I met few and they were the wiser

Time to write again was the last words

I can remember It's really time to write again

Time to become Shakespeare

Time to make my pen shaper than a spear

Time to let my ink flows again

Time to reach the world through my ink and my words