The Leaking PEN

You might want to ask if it is really a clarions call? Well has it is usually said, if you ask me na who I   go ask? Spending a whole year in your lifetime just to end up jobless at the end of the day is not  something anyone is proud of. but for sure too, every young Nigerian want to wear that uniform. Some for fun, some for virtues, some to impress people and some to prove for people how far they  have come in life.  There are a lot to be said about clarrions  call. Don't worry everything is cooking.

  THE DRYING INK The drying ink upon my page does weep, Unveiling all the secrets I cannot speak. Sadness lingers in my trembling fingertips, As a love, once blooming, now forever slips. Incapable am I, to find the words so true, To tell you how my heart yearns for only you. Lost love, a bitter pill I am forced to taste, While false hope nurtures a façade I embrace. Pain dances within the chambers of my soul, As I watch love's flame exhaustively grow cold. Feigning hopes, I smile through the tears that fall, For my love for you, in silence I'll enthrall. In whispered ink I pour my heart's desire, Yet lost are the words that set my soul on fire. Like a withered rose, love's passion fades, In silent agony, I entwine my charades. Each word unspoken, a tear never wept, With trembling pen, my emotions are kept. In paper dreams, I dance with false hope, But reality's grip pulls me down like a rope. My heart aches with every unsent letter, Incapable of expressing love'...