The Magic Ring “Poem”

There is a girl somewhere in town

That girl is the ring bearer

She carry’s my ring

She don’t know what to do with it?

The Magic ring in her finger doesn’t fit

The ring troubles her freedom

The ring makes her an outcast

The ring arouses rebellion in her soul

The ring has too much weight for her to bear

I told her to throw that ring away

I advise her to sell it on pawn shop

I implore her to crush it with hammer

One night a storm came

When She came with magic ring

She knows what happens next

We parted and parted forever

The world freaked her out

When there is no love

There is no magic ring

But a piece of diamond

What it matters go away I said

Consider me a star among stars

Unreachable and unconquerable

A star that will burn to eternity

This star shall burn not with fire but words

This star will shine with poetry

Then it will be a mere specter of amusement

for world to laugh and pity

And like all lovers and said people

I shouted on the roofs of world

I am a bit too tame and untranslatable as Whitman wrote

I am a poet hear my story

Until the world ends this poetry won’t end

Words will only stop

When life will be lifeless

Wait O troubled heart until Jesus returns

Maybe his arrival will be the Ending of everything