*\"I am a poet \"*
\"I burn pages\"
\"I burn a blank page,
With word rage\".
Yet my grandma says!
\"I want to die\"
\"I don\'t want to remain in this bed\"
\"I want to rest ,she mourns\".
Now my pen feels empty,
No words are left.
My page looks blank,
My blank page taste for words.
No words are left,
Just the simple word.
\"Stay with us for a little longer\",
Now I dread death.
My pen mourns,
My pen looks empty.
My pen cries for words
*I am a poet.*