A Poem is a Soul

Give them a voice
For they all want to hear
But I could only fear
What if the voice is not fair
Then the voice will vanish
Vanish to thin air
Let it crumble
For those who hear
Let them hear
For they have ears

The voice is my Poem
Don't let it fall
Because your view is all
Let your expectations be tall
Read and learn
So that I can earn
If my hardwork is not enough
What does it make it then?

A voice for a lawyer is words
For a doctor is knowledge
For the people is a story
But for a writer is a Soul
A drop of an ink
His what make a soul sink
For a reader to feel the link
Don't make my sadness leak
Take my voice to the farthest seas

I want to be heard
So I could see many heads
I don't want fame
I just want to make a name
They ask me what trigger a writer
It is a story
That which they live in
And that which I am living in

In my story
They gave me silence  
When I begged for sound
They gave me crumbs  
When I was bleeding for bread  
So I learned to write  
With the ink of my own suffering
Now they all listen
Now they all want a poem

I will show you a poem
A Poem that is me
For the voice is me
And I will let it be
A voice is not something we see
But something we feel
A Poem is a sea
As deep as a eye can't see

They say am wasting
But my time is waiting
A day I will show them
That I am winning
I will be living
They will be seeing
For I am the sky
That show where their regret lies