Quite innate is my craving
lurks in the crevice of my soul
urging to convey the sentiments
that seizes the core of my conscience
The lingering ennui hurts
for no one seems to care
nobody listens to the song
which my heart tries to chant
Yet amidst the neglect
and the negated respect
I shall pursue my quest
to inscribe my compelling wish
The poetic passion that possess me
shall ever be live till the last breath
like the dead bards who wrote poetry
there shall be a piece of me to reminisce
Marvin Brato Sr
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/compelling/
