An Excerpt From POETICAL ORATION

Writing they say is a gift, through which a content of great message is relayed towards a set audience. It demands skill and the perseverance to instill discipline upon raw talent. But yet as a tool we see it constantly been used by the untutored in heart,with absent compassion for the gift of written words. Thus, it is to remind us that the magic of the written word is universal and its expressions diverse.It is the spirit of the man that desires this freedom, to create through the creative content of the mind on a plain piece of paper with a pen to serve as wand in that magical construct of vivid thoughts. So it comes as a necessity that our expressions as unique individuals must be allowed, to find purpose in the distant appreciations of unknown readers and possibly friends. On this basis i must now befriend your minds with a soon to be released book of poetry titled POETICAL ORATION, here is an excerpt....
The Present
She drinks from the cup of griefIn despair does her aspiration dwellMoments of mirth are forever briefHer pain is beyond what words can tell
Her solitude by fate is cruelly forcedSeeking solace but none would dare come Peering into shadows she wonders if cursedTo suffer without assist the inevitable storm
The night enters and she falls to great fearHer lamp kindles but her heart is coldSometimes her strength holds back a tearYet the drama of pain must constantly unfold
But what offence must now yield such crueltyBy what command does her pain linger soThis decreed grief cemented for this eternity
To be continued....