Quite innate is my craving <br />lurks in the crevice of my soul <br />urging to convey the sentiments <br />that seizes the core of my conscience <br /> <br />The lingering ennui hurts <br />for no one seems to care <br />nobody listens to the song <br />which my heart tries to chant <br /> <br />Yet amidst the neglect <br />and the negated respect <br />I shall pursue my quest <br />to inscribe my compelling wish <br /> <br />The poetic passion that possess me <br />shall ever be live till the last breath <br />like the dead bards who wrote poetry <br />there shall be a piece of me to reminisce<br /><br />Marvin Brato Sr<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/compelling/
