I'm unable to compose great poems,
not capable of binding reader with language.
I cannot enlighten you with any sonnet,
But I write to lighten my heart's baggage.

I might not be able to reach big audiences,
often failing to impress single person.
I might not be able to remove certain nuisances,
But I write to express unison.

I cannot write responding to demand,
winding down thoughts to certain appeal.
I cannot give out feelings for remand,
But I write to fulfill my inner zeal.

I don't write to gather attention,
skilled people are worthy for that attire.
I don't have any apprehension,
But I write to accomplish hidden desire.

I write to sum up my thoughts,
trying to get better with every shot.
I write to water my heart's drought,
filling the squares with tidy knots.