Divinity Less Poem by Roland Jr Jamito

why do i choose to be obscure or oblique
to gods and geniuses i only seek to speak
why does imagination could uplift me
when in reality, i sink and lay weak

why do i build emblems with my words
when iron or fire is of the mightiest lords
why can i draw Zeus' potency with my pen
and Ares' rage with feathers of birds

with a wish, i could make the universe reborn
and mold riddles with the simplest morn
out of the dark and desolate reality, i rise
to my unreal dominion, unfathomed, unworn

i could watch the storm in a perfect velvet
or feast with a painting's thousand-word banquet
what divinity do i bear in this realm
to be more like a god but less than a poet