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