Things take time

I got a lot of things to tell thee,
But how do you explain those things
So clear like the crystal?
I tell thee of my fantasy,
Where everything else makes sense,
Aye, may it be only me, make sense to me,
Alone mine, but thee can check how I word,
Scripture, tablet, whatever scroll may I have,
Let it written as it has been for so long,
But thee deem to the time of life,
Where you may know everything about ye,
Then here I pour out like water,
Purity, overflow, idle, such proud thoughts,
But it is not me that proud of my pens,
It is this personification named Proud,
He would tell ye of his many words,
But here Pause reminds ye of the world,
Things take time, step by step, but there it is.

© Ismael Mansoor

Published by This Engrained Heart

I am a Deaf male, and I write what comes my mind. I have been creatively writing since 2010, and from there has been growing my excitement and passionate for my poetry and writing.

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