My Ambiguous Art

I can't live without that pen and paper

My sanctuary, My solitude

Key to my soul

My fortitude

My art, never misunderstood

Open up my world if I could

I'm the creator, father of my work

I escribe my thoughts and sentiment

My love and my hatred when I need to vent

The internal cries that I resent

My sullen eyes, the salty scent

The power of the pen, the strength you lent

My daydreams and my fantasies

My happy place, so content

That pen and paper my bestfriends

Of which I can never ever relent

My passion and ambiguous art

My passion of ambiguous arts

My poetry is hidden my art

My poetry is the joy in my heart

My pen forever glued to my hand and my paper same as well

The unwritten stories locked in my heart of which I'll never tell

I will carry my pen and paper from this time hence

For my poetry is my life work

And divine recompense