iAmDiipo

There is a gale under my skin A typhoon in my blood ocean There is a tempest in my tummy A tsunami resides in my head There is a cyclone in my ink cup My quill is afire, consuming My heart is whitened, sainted My eyes are crimsoned, bedeviled The cyclone in my ink cup Quakes my salt rugged fingers The sirens inside my ears Quivers my legs excitedly I know better than to listen I know better than to look too I gripped my quill harder Inserted it in the cup, soaked I brought it to bear on the scroll With faith, my duty I did. I’m a faithful one.