Treasure Island

Abdul Wahab


A factotum editor


A factotum editor

An editor
All in one
Factotum
Requested for a poem
I sit down
With a pad
Holding the pen tight
I look up
Marvelled with the architect
Crystal clear
Of the blue sky

With a blasting frustration
Bursting disgust
I leave my cushion
At the far distances
No trace of any cloud
Or rain
I am blocked

In the way
Of my rushing out
i see a face
totally worn out
out of grace

it is of humanity
tortured by injustice
deceit and hypocrisy

the cloud bursts
the dyke breaks
I am drowned
In emotions and tears
can not compose
even a verse
I am totally confused and lost
among the words

again I am blocked

Submitted: Friday, November 09, 2012
Edited: Tuesday, May 21, 2013

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