Eunoic Abditory

And here i am...

In front of the table..

holding my pen 

hoping to write a fable...

there is so much to say about 

yet so less to write

for each time I take the pen 

my sight is blurred with tears

for words were the only weapon 

I had !, and not my peers..

it is indeed sad to say 

that in my world of fantasy 

I rule the world with confidence 

and have Infinite spirit 

whereas in reality 

I'm just a mimic 

I wish to soar high 

as high as a dragon 

and yet I remain as small as a worm 

afraid to come out of the haggle 

I hide inside myself 

making sure not to blow my cover 

for Im still afraid of this new world 

which i am yet to discover........