Why do you evade me.

All I need is a few words

Strung together to make my heart free

Why do I pressure myself to rhyme

When all I need is some me-time

No, I will stop with the silly matching syllables

And start with my heart's troubles

Has my heart not reflected over the past year?

Wasn't there in it  inspiration, glory, and fear?

Oh so my methods don't have madness at all

With a cue, the words will fall

Now enough of speculation

More of my heart's callouses and it's admiration

But maybe that's for another poem

For today let's celebrate the birth of one, and it's triumphs

So here I am winding up at last

A poem that took 9 months, boy that was fast

See you another day

With irony freshly served, at say.

Tata buh bye farewell

With an assalamualaikum I leave you to on my words dwell